. . . HELLO, SOHO. BLUEBIRD NEEDS A FAVOR. CAN YOU SWITCH ON THE SERVOS?
LeFarge stared at the screen, not believing his eyes. Cally was on the LAN. A window had appeared at the lower right- hand of his screen, and her terminal ID was . . . terrific, it was the blockhouse up the hill.
He slipped a glance at Peretz, standing over by the water cooler, then quickly typed in an acknowledgment.
SOHO NEVER LETS BLUEBIRD DOWN
Then came the specific directions. She was asking him to switch control of the servos for Radar One over to her terminal. What was she doing? The radars were always controlled by Big Benny, the Fujitsu here in Command. He grimaced. Switching the big radar over to her workstation was a tall order. And the Israeli bastard was waiting for his SORT run. So now the trick was to try to do both things at once.
He split the screen and went to work.
9:52 p.m.
"Georges is a genius," she said, turning back, "but this may not actually be possible. Nobody's ever done it before."