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“Major Maxwelton. We have a technical issue and need to cancel this mission. Please return to base immediately.” Harrington appeared to be speaking in a normal tone in the room.
The pilot made no acknowledgement from where he was strapped into the padded chair.
“Maxie? That’s an order.”
Still no response.
Harrington shook his shoulder.
“I don’t think he can hear you,” the med tech was studying her instruments. “According to my instruments, his own hearing is no longer registering in his auditory cortex. Maybe he’s become so bonded with his machine that he can no longer hear us.”
“Radio him. Call the drone.” Drake snapped out the order.
“Uh, sir.” The backup pilot had dumped his novel on the floor and jolted up to stand at attention on the general’s entry. “It’s a drone, sir. The
