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Rayford felt a tug on the back of his copilot's chair as Naomi pulled herself forward. "Can Mr. Smith see to land?"
"Not sure yet," Rayford said. "It's as if someone painted our windows brown. See if you can raise our boy."
Chang was to be sure the New Babylon runways were clear, but he couldn't talk by phone from there for fear someone would overhear. Naomi pulled a small, thin computer from an aluminum box and attacked the keys.
"Avoid runways 3 left and 3 right," she said. "And he wants to know which you choose so he can be there to meet us."
Rayford glanced at Abdullah. "He's serious, Naomi)"
She nodded.
"Tell him the tower is closed, and it's not like we were going to announce our arrival anyway. We can't see which runway is which from up here, so he's going to have to give us coordinates and-"
"Hold on," Naomi said, keyboarding again. "He's attached everything you need." She passed the machine to Rayford and pointed at the attachment. "It is voice activated. Just tell it what you want."
"It'll recognize my voice?" Rayford said, studying the screen.
"Yes," the computer intoned.
Naomi chuckled.
"Attachment, please," Rayford said.
A detailed grid appeared with an aerial view of the New Babylon airfield.
"I'll set the coordinates for you, Smitty," Rayford said, reaching to program the flight management system.
"This thing will do everything but cook a meal for you, Captain Steele," Naomi said. "You have an infrared port?"
"I assume. Do we, Smitty?"
Abdullah pointed to a spot on the control panel.
"Here," Naomi said. "Let me." She leaned over Rayford's shoulder and pointed the back of the computer at the port. "Ready to land, Captain?" she said.
"Roger."
"Initiate landing sequence," she said and hit a button.
"Runway choice?" the computer asked.
Naomi looked at Rayford, who looked to Abdullah. "Does that thing recognize even my accent?" the Jorda-nian said.
"Yes," the computer said. "Congestion on runways 3 left and 3 right. Please select from runways 11 or 16."
"Eleven," Abdullah said.
"Left or right?" the computer said.
"Left," Abdullah said. "Why not?"
Abdullah engaged the left autopilot and lifted his hands from the controls. "Thank you," he said.
"You're welcome," the computer said.
Six minutes later the Gulfstream touched down.


At just after one o'clock in the morning in San Diego, Buck bolted upright in bed.
Chloe stirred. "Go back to sleep, hon," she said. "You stood watch three straight nights. Not tonight."
He held up a hand.
"You need your sleep, Buck."
"Thought I heard something."
The tiny walkie-talkie on the nightstand chirped. Sebas-tian's telltale code. Buck grabbed it. "Yeah, George."
"Motion detector," Sebastian whispered.
Now Chloe sat up too.
"I'll check the periscope," Buck said.
"Carefully," Sebastian said. "Don't raise or rotate it."
"Roger. Anybody else aware?"
"Negative."
"On it."
Chloe was already out of bed and had pulled on a sweatshirt. She unlocked a cabinet, removed two Uzis, and tossed one to Buck as he headed for the periscope next to Kenny's tiny chamber. He set the weapon on the floor, dropped the walkie-talkie into his pajama pocket, and bent to peer into the viewer. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he was aware of Chloe opening and closing Kenny's door. Going on four years old, Kenny slept longer but less soundly than he used to.
"He out?" Buck said, eyes still glued to the scope.
"Dead to the world," Chloe said, draping a sweater around Buck's shoulders. "As you should be."
"Wish I was," Buck said.
"I should think so." She rested her palms on his shoul-ders. "What do you see?"