"All right—break out the message torps—tape the data and send them off."
"But—"
"That's all, Lieutenant—get cracking."
"Aye sir."
"Well—that's a new wrinkle," Fiske observed. "They've figured out our Lorcom—and we're jammed."
Pedersen looked up from the control board. "Hmm—doesn't smell so good. They wouldn't jam us unless they had something else up their sleeves. They're figuring on stopping us, no doubt."
Fiske nodded. "I thought of that—but how?"
"Damned if I know—but they've got some idea."
"Well two can play at this jamming game—and we'll deal with the other thing when it comes." Fiske dialed Sandoval. "Sandy"—he said as the engineer's face appeared on the screen. "Can your boys build an all wave subetheric broadcaster?"
"Yes and no," Sandoval said. "We can build one—but we're not able to. No components."