The sergeant shrugged in resignation. "All right, but they won't like it. I'm the one you should have sent for the coffee."
After, the sergeant was gone, the colonel came back.
By noon, the laboratory was alive with activity.
By six o'clock, the signal generator was beginning to grow.
Julia supervised the crew laying cable. The cable would be connected to the nearest radio transmitter.
"Your transmitter will handle our signal?" Julia asked.
"You give it to us, and we'll tell you."
A general interrupted Julia. "I'm from General Tibbets. How's it going?"
"Can't tell."
"We're trying to scatter paratroops—detachments of them. All over. How long do we have?"