Chapter Thirty-Six
Phillip twisted the flathead screwdriver. He maneuvered the screen to tilt a little further back. Phillip smiled. He could see much better now.
The radar had an odd frequency on it. Whatever it was, it wasn’t something he, nor any of the others had heard. Yet, it happened at several integral moments. From when the dragons first attacked the Ghost, to when they came down to attack the shuttle, and when they all retreated.
Phillip rubbed his brow. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, or what the frequency was, but he knew it had to be the communications from the dragons.
Roland sat next to him. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to see if I can isolate the dragon’s communication.”
“Didn’t Ben tell us not to worry about that? That they were working on it from the spaceship, a
