Chapter Eight
“Do you have any idea what we’re up against here?” Jeff demanded.
Probably a better one than you do, I thought, but I only shrugged. I knew his annoyance stemmed from my not being around to appreciate his brilliance in hacking the aliens’ transmissions, not because he’d been worried about me or really cared what I was up to. I sat back in the other dinette chair in Lance’s cramped dining area and replied, “Enlighten me.”
One of Jeff’s patented scowls spread across his face. “Okay, so I managed to isolate the frequency they’re using — ”
“Really high, I bet.”
“No,” he said, now looking a little pleased to prove me wrong. “Low. So low that it almost sounds like background radiation emissions or something. I’m sure they’re trying to make sure it blends, make it seem as if it
