"Tower. Watchung, we are away from Beacon Nine. Lancaster Eighty-One coming in. Give position and course."
"Watchung to Tower. Position azimuth six seven zero, altitude sixty thousand, distance nine miles. Course twenty-seven North azimuth. Will miss Beacon Nine by thirty-three miles. Recheck?"
"Recheck and aye-firm, Watchung. Tower to Six-Eight-Three: Did you follow that?"
"Aye-firm!" called Farradyne.
"Watchung to Six-Eight-Three: Pilot identify yourself."
"Pilot Farradyne here, Watchung."
"Aye-firm. Watchung Five, assume command of Six, Seven and Eight. Take alert pattern at two hundred thousand feet and stand by. Watchung Two, Three and Four compute and take closing course on Six-Eight-Three and convey to Landing Area Five. Farradyne, prepare to accept convoy."
"Deny, Watchung. Request reasons."
"Prepare to accept inspection, Six-Eight-Three."
Farradyne growled angrily and dropped the radio formalities. "Why?" he snapped.