"I have no idea, you are the expert! Can't you be more precise?"
"I don't know what to say, the monitor has been doing this since Atlantis entered the Triangle area," Connor informed him. "It looked up, lost speed, and then ..."
"Don't say bullshit! Won't you believe those silly superstitions on the Bermuda Triangle?"
"Of course not, Chief, but I would still try to contact them to see if they are okay."
"All right," Rupert said, wiping his neck again with nervous gestures, then he sighed and turned on the microphone.
"Houston to Atlantis ... do you receive us?"
"Strong and clear, Chief ... are there any problems?" Major Salas answered promptly.
"No, no problem, it was just to inform you we are working on those chickens," Rupert Lee lied to not unnecessarily alarm the Shuttle crew. "
