Chapter 22
When he returned to the Operations Room, one of the pirates handed him the electronic key and a small pack containing survival supplies. Then he offered him a cutlass which Carl refused.
“If Enzo and Jamal can’t fight off a few Corpsmen,” he said, “then we don’t stand a chance.” Grins began to appear among the other pirates—this was the type of talk they liked.
“Their Resistance field should mask your biological signal,” commented the controller. The captain shook Carl’s hand. “Good hunting!” he said.
The incursion field engaged, revealing a slightly different scene, a meeting of corridors. “The time interval is two weeks,” the controller observed. “Our instruments show that the temporal drift of the Secure field—the bubble—is approximately that. Unfortunately, the Corps could have made a similar determination.”