This is Condor! Come in!” the Airborne commander kept saying over the radio. “Scarecrow!” Mother exclaimed. “I got something here . . .” “What?” Schofield hurried over to her console. “Those binary beeps just went off the charts. It’s like a thousand fax machines all dialed up at once. There was a jump thirty seconds ago as well, just after Condor called the SEALs the first time.” “Shit . . .” Schofield said. “Quickly, Mother. Find the ship’s dry-dock security systems. Initiate the motion sensors.” Every American warship had standard security features for use when they were in dry-dock. One was an infrared motion sensor array positioned throughout the ship’s main corridors—to detect intruders who might enter the boat when it was deserted. The USS Nimitz possessed just such a system. “Got it,” Mother said. “Initialize,” Schofield said. A wire-frame image of the Nimitz appeared on a big freestanding glass screen in the center of the control room, a cross-section shown from the right-hand side.
