We don't need to find out
what Zimbardo's burned out. We should try to get access to the rest of
the system. The diagrams I sent you show that there must be plenty of
power. We just have to find out how to turn it on!"
"That's sound reasoning, Mark," nodded Madera. "And probably easier
than trying to locate whatever damage Zimbardo did."
For some time, Mark and Madera conversed quietly as Mark flipped
through file after file. Diagrams appeared and Mark's fingers flew over
the screen as he pointed out what he had learned while journeying on
the Star Ranger. Madera nodded, and pointed out several connections
Mark had not seen.
Once, Madera handed a small diagnostic pack to one of the technicians
and sent him to climb the iron latticework. The man returned in a few
moments and gave a report. Madera nodded again and turned to Mark.
Three hours went by. Joe's eyes were drooping, but Zip was still
intent, his eyes on Mark.
Mark clapped his hands and turned to Madera. Madera smiled and raised
his eyebrows. With an open hand, he gestured to the control panel. Mark
nodded his thanks and pressed several buttons. The files changed
rapidly at each new command. Then Mark made fists and clenched a few
times as if massaging his fingers. Then he raised his hand and prepared
to press a button off to the side of the panel.
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