Zen set the GREY SCAR header aside.
Whatever Jax had sent could wait an hour. After three days of trains and tunnels and negotiations and bioscan feeds, what he needed before anything else was to hit something.
He closed the terminal and looked across the table at Nyx.
"I want a fracture zone," he said. "This afternoon."
Nyx looked up from her tablet. "Your pathways only stabilized last night."
"I know."
"The structural integration is still…"
"Nyx."
She stopped.
"Fracture zone," Zen said. "This afternoon."
A pause. Then Nyx set down her tablet with the expression of someone recalculating a schedule they had already built.
"Sector nine," she said. "Lower city. A corrupted server node that has been absorbing Void energy for approximately sixty years." She tilted her head. "The entities it produces are not physical. They are data-ghosts… corrupted information given enough density to manifest in the real world. Your sword will pass straight through them."
