Teodoro leaned back in his pilot couch and started the pre-flight. Dios mio, he was weary. The advance team aboard Blue Horizon had flown multiple missions each day for four weeks straight. They'd mapped the hydrothermal vent field three kilometers below the ship down to the decimeter save one final outcrop, his target on this dive: a dense undersea vent formation earlier pilots flying past had ominously dubbed "The Temple."

"Una mas, solo una mas," he muttered as he checked settings. After this map-run he'd debrief then catch the company . . .

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