"The UN Space Command has authorized the transfer of the prototype lander," Morgan says, her voice tight. "It’s being prepped at the Nevada black-site as we speak. We have a six-hour window to launch before the Formless can adapt to the gravitational signature of the gravity drive."
I nod slowly, my physical voice steady. "And the drill?"
"We’ve loaded the thermobaric charges and the plasma cutters," Morgan replies. "But Luna... the Third Anchor is buried three miles beneath the lunar regolith. The drilling will take at least four hours. The Formless will have plenty of time to mount a physical defense."
It won't just be physical, Kade projects, his mental voice grim. The moon is dead. There’s no tectonic plate to ground. There’s no bedrock to anchor to. If the Formless attacks us on th
