"Ready, Artie?"
"Say the word, my man," the voice from the box came back. "We got the watts."
"You on frequency?"
"Loud and clear. Sound like they runnin' some kind of coded transmission. Don't read."
"Double-check, Artie. We can't mess up. You're on 26RF- 37558JX-10, right?"
"Yo, my man. Who doin' this?" He bristled. "Think I can't hit nothing 'less it got hair round it?"
"Just nervous up here, okay? Settle down. At three-thirty, exactly twenty-seven seconds from now, go to transmit."
"No problem."
"Stay on channel, Artie. Don't wipe out The Old Ttme Gospel Hour or something. We're about to be in enough trouble as it
is."