“Thirty percent access,” Scotty said.

“The ghost must have realized we’re on him,” Vapor said. “He’s ditched his trackers and is trying to get lost in the backtide.”

“Ling?” Sprite said, looking for an update

“Almost there.”

“Signal’s clean, Ling,” Darkholm said.

“And me?” Sprite asked.

“The aurora’s gone. They’ve dropped the trace. You’re still silent, but much deeper encryption and that will start to fade.”

“Understood. Vapor, how’s traffic?”

Vapor lifted her goggles, eyeing a monitor. “300. One specter, but he’s two sectors out.”

“Keep an eye on him,” Sprite said.

“Sixty-five percent,” Scotty said.

“I’m holding for ninety.”