Krogson turned to the gunnery officer. “You’d better handle this.”
When the orderly returned with the circuit diagrams, they were spread out on the plotting table and the two men bent over them.
“Got it!” said Kurt at last and sauntered over to the control bank. Twenty minutes later he sauntered back again.
“She’s all right now,” he said pleasandy.
The gunner officer quickly scanned his testing board. Not a single red trouble light was on. He turned to Commander Krogson in amazement.
“I don’t know how he did it, sir, but the circuits are all clear now.”
Krogson stared at Kurt with a look of new respect in his eyes. “What were you down there, chief maintenance tech?”
Kurt laughed. “Me? I was never chief anything. I spent most of my time on hunting detail.”
The commander digested that in silence for a moment. “Then how did you become so familiar with fire-control gear?”
“Studied it in school like everyone else does. There wasn’t anything much wrong with that thing anyway except a couple of sticking relays.”