But I wasn’t having any luck. The area was being jimmy-jammed. Meaning the radio waves were all garbled from the microwaves down through AM-FM bands.
Then I noticed a recurring beat on my gravity wave locator. Like someone was using it to talk to me, or to someone.
Those waves are for earth quake warning. Like bombs going off. Very, very low. And unstoppable. So someone figured that it was good for talking on. Typical city-geek stuff. Too much time on their hands. Too much left-over welfare payments.
Anyway, I cross-connected my walkie to the output after I figured that out, and started hearing a voice. It sounded like a pre-recorded SOS. Female. Young-sounding.
And I was probably their next sucker. That’s why the armor went up first. Rocket launcher with an anti-tank shell loaded, pro
