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“What?” Gray said at the same moment he did. So at least he wasn’t the only one in the dark.
“Run it back. Here,” Chase reached out and took the keyboard from Gray. “Watch the upper right quadrant.” Her control of the imaging easily matched Gray’s. The runway lights of Groom Lake, along with some spill from the other buildings, marked the base. The clock in the lower right corner showed time flowing ahead.
“What are we looking for…” his voice petered out as the runway lights blinked off. The base was still visible, so it wasn’t the camera. Something was landing on the runway that no one wanted to be seen, not even in the middle of the Nevada desert in the hour before dawn at a base manned only by personnel with top secret or better clearance. Something that didn’t care about the lack
