CHAPTER 11
"Commander!" Crag came to with a start Prochaska was leaning over him. Urgency was written across his face.
"Come quick!" The Chief stepped back and motioned with his head toward the instrument corner. Crag sprang to his feet with a sense of alarm. Richter and Larkwell were still asleep. He glanced at the master chrono, 0610, and followed him into the electronics corner. Nagel was standing by the scope, a frightened look on his face.
"What's up?"
"Nagel woke me at six. I came in to get ready for Drone Baker ...."
"Get to the point," Crag snapped irritably.
"Sabotage." He indicated under the panel. "All the wiring under the main console's been slashed."
Crag felt a sense of dread. "How long will it take to make repairs?"
"I don't know—don't know the full extent of the damage."
"Find out," Crag barked. "How about the communicator?"