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"Where to, Chief?" Linda asked.
"Away," John said and looked at the system NAV display. He pointed to the tiny moon orbiting the nearby planet. "Get us into the moon's shadow. But slow. Try not to attract any attention."
His countdown timer read 5:12. They might still have time.
"Roger," Linda said.
The dropship spun about and gently moved away from the sta?tion, almost imperceptibly accelerating toward the tiny moon covered with black and silver pockmarks.
Fred hunched over his console. Thick spiky lines representing the Covenant F- through K-bands fluxed and flickered on his screen. "Covenant COM channels are jammed," he reported.
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"Communiques and queries to and from every ship in the fleet wondering what the hell is going on. And the station's COM channels are all full of those copied Cortanas ... and she's just repeating different system error codes."
"What's this?" John asked, leaning over Fred's shoulder. He pointed to one COM band with only a single spike.
Fred looked at the Covenant calligraphy for a long moment, and then inhaled sharply. "If the translation software is working right," he whispered, "that's the E-band... it's one of ours."
Fred snapped on the external speakers. Six tones beeped, stopped, and then repeated.
"Oly Oly Oxen Free," John breathed. "Send the countersign, Fred."
"Aye, Chief. Sending now."
Who could have sent that signal? There was no other living Spartan in this system. Unless it was Dr. Halsey and Kelly. Had they somehow tracked them?
"It's about time you showed up." The drawling voice of Admi?ral Whitcomb was loud and clear over the COM. "Switch to en?cryption scheme 'Rainbow.' "
John nodded to Fred, who ran a shunt from the Covenant COM into the data port in the back of his helmet. "Decryption online," Fred reported.
"Admiral," John said. "With all due respect, sir, why are you here?"
"Lieutenant Haverson suggested we drop out of Slipspace on the edge of this system—hide in the Oort cloud and gather a lit?tle intel." The Admiral sighed. "Well, I took one look and figured that even if you took out that station... hell, son, there'd still be a couple of hundred Covenant ships within spittin' distance of Earth. Me getting there and warning them about it wouldn't make a lick of difference. So I'm going to do something about it here and now. You've done your part, Chief. Leave the rest to me."
There was a pause, then the Admiral asked in a low, serious tone, "You did get it done, didn't you, son? You got that station rigged to blow?"
"Yes, sir." John linked his mission timer to the COM. "Four minutes thirty-two seconds and counting."
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"Perfect, Master Chief. Bring 'em on back to the barn. Stay on your heading. Your instincts are dead on. We're on the far side of the moon and are waiting for you."
John motioned to Linda to increase their velocity. She pushed the acceleration stripe to three quarters power.
"Waiting, sir?"
"Whitcomb over and out." The COM went dead.