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turned to some of the Soviet brass standing next to him and barked orders. What was that about?
For now though the bigger question was, What do we do?
Androv was still busy talking to Petra, issuing com¬mands. Vance realized they were assuming a vector north by northeast, out over the ocean. They also were probably going to stay on the deck to avoid radar tracking, with only passive systems so that no EM emissions would betray their heading.
He glanced up at the screens and realized he was half right. They were over the ocean now, at a breathtaking altitude of only five hundred meters, but Androv had just switched the phased-array radar altimeter over to start hopping frequencies, using "squirt" emissions. Pure Stealth technology. No conventional radar lock could track it.
"Dr. Vance, I am giving you one more opportunity to reconsider." Tanzan Mino's voice sounded through the headphones. He was still standing at the main Flight Con¬trol console, though his image was finally starting to roll and break up. "You must return to base. The consequences of this folly could well be incalculable."
"Why don't you take that up with the pilot?" Vance answered into his helmet mike.
"His receiver has been turned off. It's impossible to communicate with him. He's clearly gone mad. I will give you another sixty seconds before I order the on-board guid¬ance computer switched over to the AI mode. Flight Con¬trol here will override the on-board systems and just bring the vehicle back and land it."
Again Vance wondered if he really could.
Then a screen flashed, an emergency strobe, and Petra was speaking.

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