Chapter Eight
Under My Command
“Deep Core One. Deep Core One. This is Surface Nine. Do you copy? Over. Deep Core One. Deep Core One. This is Surface Nine. Do you read me? Over.”
“Roger. This is Deep Core One to Surface Nine. We copy you. Over.”
“Roger, Deep Core One. Are you in position? Over.”
“Roger, Surface Nine. We are in position and ready to mine. Over.”
“That’s a roger, Deep Core One.”
“Okay,” said Frank, “that’s number one in place. Only another fifty to go. Geez, this is going to be one heck of a project.”
Frank pulled his Chicago Bulls cap off and wiped his sweating brow, looking down at his dials and instruments. “Let’s go, boys!” he shouted to his team members on the ship. “This is going to be one huge dig!” He continued on to contact Deep Core Two … Three … Four … Five
