Mara’s hands moved before her brain could veto. She dug through the terminal, pulling up old manifests. Lines of text glowed white and cold. L-09—three families, two minors, one diplomat. Transit years ago. Status: unresolved. The tug’s current manifest, innocuous: raw materials, spare hydraulics. Nothing about people. But the tug had been routed through a shallow corridor—one that matched the convoy’s last known course.
Ensure the mechanical timing between the crankshaft and the fuel pump is accurate. ecu 63610