Книга только для ознакомления
. "In this room, Agent Armstrong, is the controller station." The captain opened a sealed door off the port side of the bridge. Armstrong entered, took a long and interested look around. He asked questions, she answered. Rowan, after listening a few moments, lounged back against the door, let the conversation flow past him. Armstrong was sharp, intelligent, obviously knew what he was doing.
"Monitors ... infrared ... sensing ... ground communication" floated around Rowan. He smiled and nodded whenever either of them looked at him; had no idea what .was going on. He'd take time later to study the setup when he went to work on the Hung codes--after about twelve hours' sleep.
"Excellent," Armstrong was saying. "I'll try a few simulations just to shake it down. Then I'll program the station for our upcoming mission and load the tactical imagery. That is, if I have time. How long until we jump?"
"We'll move out of this system and into open space in the next four hours, then make the jump around oh-threehundred. I'll sound general quarters fifteen minutes previous, so that you can return to your berth and prepare for the jump. After we come out, we'll travel under linear drive to the TISor System. That will take around twenty-four hours."
Armstrong nodded absently. He was already seated, starting work.
Captain Bolton watched him a moment, then turned back to Rowan
|
