LUNA, Aitken Basin, Southern Region We made it into the anteroom, the hatch sealed, the chamber pressurized. Our suits blinked green. Air. Then a voice: I'm almost flattered you all came, up the well to see me. I can see it all over you, You're "Langley". And you, you're "Quantico". "You're Special Forces." In the end, you're all "The Cooperative", vassals and pawns, in its service. For thousands of years, we bathed in moonlight at night, reached for what was untoucha...