Nothing.
"Joe?"
He stopped dead in his tracks.
"Dundon," he said thickly.
There was nothing from Dundon either.
He was completely alone.
In the face of emptiness, surrounded by nothing, as alone as any man will ever be, Web waited. He heard nothing, saw nothing. Within his suit the thumping of his heart was an endless chain of bombs. He decided that he had to get out. He was all the way up the turret before his mind cleared and the unrushing wave of claustrophobia fell away, and he realized what had happened.
Falk hadn't answered. But then, neither had Dundon.
"Well hell," he said aloud, sweating, "so the radio got disconnected." The whole thing had gone blank. Now, if it was just Falk who hadn't answered....