Remington asked. In the command field post, he concentrated on the pictures the computer tech had isolated of the helicopter pilot seat with and without Lieutenant Briggs of the Marine wing from iISS Wasp. The legend at the bottom of each picture marked the local time as 08:21:13. The event-the Ranger captain didn’t know what else to call it-had occurred ten minutes ago and they were only now finding out about the disappearance. “At this speed,” Foster said, “you’re getting a frame about every four-tenths of a second.” “Four-tenths of a second.” Remington repeated the information in an effort to make it more concrete. “Yes, sir.” Remington tried to wrap his brain around the idea of the impossible act balanced against the impossible time frame. “So every second there are two frames.” “Maybe three,” Foster replied. “Depends on how the time broke down.
