"The wonderful thing about the moon is how well it preserves things," Dorian said as he lounged in the chair provided. They would have a quick, easy flight to the Moon that should be enjoyed. "And there's no Cabal to cannibalize it. The Fallen use structures for cover but they don't take the technology. I'm looking for data banks."

He tossed his Ghost in to the little bit of space they had. It flipped around, opened and closed its lenses and then projected a hologram of the data banks he was looking for.

"If moon dust hasn't gotten in and corrupted the circuitry I'm going to go data mining and see what I can find from the Golden Age."