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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."