“So what did you find out?” he asked as he glanced at the pad. “Nothing, absolutely nothing.” “Really? I would have expected more from you.” “Don’t misunderstand. There’s nothing to find. Those missiles were never made.” “I hate to argue, but we’ve got another five crates that beg to differ.” “Check it for yourself; the serials on those things don’t come up.” “You mean they are classified.” “Classified I can deal with. These things just don’t exist. I went so far as to check the basic components on the one Revel disassembled.” “And?” “Nothing. The tracking information is invalid. Right down to the smallest meaningless nut. The production lots themselves never existed. The ones before and after exist, but right where our missile components would be is a gap with no information at all. Every single safety measure put in place to track weapons has been thought of. Those missiles in our cargo bay apparently appeared out of thin air.”
