Kade steps forward, his right hand tightening on the hilt of his sidearm. "And how do we commandeer a UN black-site prototype without triggering an international incident?"
"We don't commandeer it," I say, my physical voice dropping to a lethal, icy calm. "We requisition it. Under Article 5 of the Iron and Aether Treaty, the Blackthorn Pack has absolute authority over all extraterrestrial and programmable matter threats. I’ll call Secretary-General Lin. I’ll tell him that if he doesn't give us the lander, I’ll cut the ley-lines to the North American grid and leave them in the dark until the Formless eats the moon."
Morgan nods slowly. "It will work. Lin is terrified of you. But Luna... even if we get the lander, the Third Anchor is buried three miles deep. We’ll need to drill. And the Fo
