Immediately all the radar
screens were covered with snow.
Zimbardo relaxed for the first time in days. He exhaled quietly and
actually smiled. He took a deep breath and smiled more broadly.
"Sir?" asked one of the technicians who had watched the procedure.
"I detonated a hydrogen bomb on a neighboring asteroid a couple of
hundred miles from here. Part of a backup plan for keeping this place
hidden. It will clog all radar screens for a few minutes. By the time
they clear, no one will be able to find us or this asteroid."
Zimbardo's relaxed state did not last long. He swelled up with energy
again, strode to another console, and tapped in a series of commands.
"Come here, Gene," he ordered as his fingers flew over the keyboard.
The man he addressed quickly came to stand by the pirate leader. He was
a well-built young man in his late twenties with short curly brown
hair, finely chiseled features, and an obvious desire to please. He was
well trained in the technology of space control systems. After he had
proven his competence in the field, Troy Putnam had made him his chief
control officer.
Zimbardo continued. "Follow these coordinates at this speed. Don't
alter the course for any reason without my permission."
Gene looked at the planning board where the numbers were posted in a
pleasant green light.
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