"Nothing, Dan," I said. "We just went into the quarters they assigned us. Something about them blocks transmission and reception. We're all fine."
"Oh." Dan sounded relieved. "For a minute I was worried."
"One of the boys'll call in every two hours," I assured him. "If you don't hear from us then, it'll be time to do something."
"Okay, Skipper, but what'll I do?"
"That'll be your decision," I said. "You'll be ranking officer."
Dan's chuckle was humorless. "Thanks, but I hope we keep on hearing from you."
"Don't worry—you will. These people look worse than they really are. At least they have been nice so far."
"They'd better stay that way," Dan replied grimly.
It was my turn to chuckle. "Keep calm and keep your blasters dry. I'm going inside now. You'll hear from us in two hours."