Ccg 8.1.4 Site

She closed her fingers around the chip. “I promise.”

“Because I saw who shot us down.” Jin’s eyes hardened. “It wasn’t the Tarrans, Elara. The torpedo that killed the Orion had Colonial Guard markings. Ccg 8.1.4 wasn’t a distress code. It was an execution code. Someone in command wanted Unit 8 dead. All of us. I didn’t know who to trust. So I waited. And I fixed the beacon only when I heard your transponder three days ago.” Ccg 8.1.4

“I know what it is,” Elara said. “I wrote the damn protocol. Ccg: Command Contingency Group. 8.1.4: Abandon all protocols. Return to point of origin. The dead are not dead. ” She closed her fingers around the chip

“It’s a trap,” Mercer said. “The Syndicate. The Tarrans. Someone who cracked the old archives.” The torpedo that killed the Orion had Colonial

“The mission logs. The real ones. I stripped the encryption before the pod went dark.” He pressed the chip into her palm. “Promise me you’ll get this to Fleet Command. Not the Guard. Command . The people who don’t wear black.”

“You have to.” He tapped his chest. The life-support monitor there was a flat, green line. “The paste ran out this morning. I’ve been running on adrenaline and spite for the last six hours. I just wanted to see your face one more time before I went.”