Nine
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It took a couple of seconds for Robin’s brain to register the fact that his phone was ringing. And that it was the ringtone telling him it was coming from the space center.
Half-asleep, he fumbled in the dark, searching the nightstand where he’d left it recharging. Finding the cell, he pulled it toward him, but the cord jerked it back and he nearly dropped it as the ding-dong ring continued. Cursing under his breath, he reached out with his other hand to disconnect the cord and finally managed to bring the phone to his ear.
“Yeah. Dickenson.”
“Rob? Ivan .”
Robin squinted at the red LED display on the clock radio. “It’s one thirty in the morning, Ivan. Why aren’t you home in bed like normal people? The government doesn’t pay overtime for us in the brain tanks.”
“Rob, I go
