Colin stretched out on one of the cots, put his hands behind his head and soon was breathing deeply in an excellent imitation of sleep.
The clock on Banning's desk said 4:33 when his communicator chimed. Banning was off his cot and at the desk before the first soft echoes faded.
"Banning. Yes ... yes ... all right, right away."
"What is it?" Colin asked.
"They've got something from the Phoenix at Control."
When they reached the radio room again, a different technician was on shift. He was intently watching an oscilloscope face on the board in front of him.
"What happened, did he answer?" the general asked.
"No, sir. But a few minutes ago we started getting a carrier wave on his transmission frequency."
Banning sighed disgustedly. "Is that all? Dammit!"