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Their analysis seemed correct. They sure as hell looked like some part of a structure. The black box was the kicker, though. If they deciphered the symbols, maybe the whole project will end as quickly as it began. Unlikely, though.
Korbett leaned back and took another sip of the coffee, now cooled and tasting better. So , he thought. Looks like we’ve got another project lined up for the departmental ufologists. But Antarctica?
The first thing that hit Korbett was how in the hell was he going to coordinate the field operation in what was probably the most remote region on the planet earth? And why in the hell did they pick me to head this one?
The challenge. Already the mind of William Korbett was running at a hundred miles an hour, sorting through the network of resources that Korbett had built over the past twenty years. The first thing he’d have to do is assemble the field team, then arrange for their immediate transport to McMurdo. That in itself was no easy task. This was going to take a little more effort than just making the few usual phone calls. He’d need help on this one.
Turning on the computer, he fired off an e-mail message to Maggie Davenport. She was the best in the business at pulling strings. But even Korbett wondered if the strings stretched all the way to Antarctica. Typing the instructions into the computer, he requested that she gather all the information she could garner concerning Antarctica, glacier movements, weather patterns, NSF projects, the Antarctic Treaty, and whatever else she deemed relevant. And P.S…what the hell is a rookery ? Maggie would have no idea what the project was all about at the moment, but she never questioned things. She just did her job.
Sending off e-mail messages to the other four group members to meet at three o’clock at the assigned command HQ (even Korbett didn’t know yet exactly where it would be, he’d have to decode the alpha-numeric at the bottom of the page), he began mentally jotting down the names of field operatives. And fortunately, Korbett had several friends attached to the National Science Foundation and should be able to get a lot of information through the rumor mill about what was really going on at McMurdo. He’d need that networking for sure. There’d be no cover for his field team, that was certain. Especially since they would be arriving at the end of the season when everybody else was preparing to depart for the winter.
Marsh Abbott. He was simply the best in the field. And since Operation Rookery had top priority status, Korbett had the power to even pull Marsh off any other project he might be currently assigned to. Maggie could get most all the reference information they’d need to know about Antarctica through the computer services. The aerial photographs will be helpful, providing they cover enough geographical area. If not, he’d be hell bent to arrange an aerial photo recon mission. Not impossible. Just difficult.
He had the feeling that he’d better arrange for satellite imaging of the entire area. In all probability, infrared imaging might be able to reveal something below the ice. He just hoped for the sake of the field team that it wasn’t too far below the ice. Somewhere in his mind he remembered reading that ice sheets at the poles could be as much as two miles thick. Hard to comprehend. Next to impossible to dig down into, although there was the recent story about the guy who dug out some World War II planes from below the ice in Greenland…he’d get Maggie to dig up that story to find out how they did it.
No time for that now. Korbett decided that a core field team of five would have to suffice. They’d need a lot of help in the field, but there wouldn’t be enough time to make arrangements from the Department roster. Unfortunately, they’d most likely be forced to utilize some of the McMurdo personnel. This wasn’t like hiring people out of a union hall. They’d need some real experts out on
Their analysis seemed correct. They sure as hell looked like some part of a structure. The black box was the kicker, though. If they deciphered the symbols, maybe the whole project will end as quickly as it began. Unlikely, though.
Korbett leaned back and took another sip of the coffee, now cooled and tasting better. So , he thought. Looks like we’ve got another project lined up for the departmental ufologists. But Antarctica?
The first thing that hit Korbett was how in the hell was he going to coordinate the field operation in what was probably the most remote region on the planet earth? And why in the hell did they pick me to head this one?
The challenge. Already the mind of William Korbett was running at a hundred miles an hour, sorting through the network of resources that Korbett had built over the past twenty years. The first thing he’d have to do is assemble the field team, then arrange for their immediate transport to McMurdo. That in itself was no easy task. This was going to take a little more effort than just making the few usual phone calls. He’d need help on this one.
Turning on the computer, he fired off an e-mail message to Maggie Davenport. She was the best in the business at pulling strings. But even Korbett wondered if the strings stretched all the way to Antarctica. Typing the instructions into the computer, he requested that she gather all the information she could garner concerning Antarctica, glacier movements, weather patterns, NSF projects, the Antarctic Treaty, and whatever else she deemed relevant. And P.S…what the hell is a rookery ? Maggie would have no idea what the project was all about at the moment, but she never questioned things. She just did her job.
Sending off e-mail messages to the other four group members to meet at three o’clock at the assigned command HQ (even Korbett didn’t know yet exactly where it would be, he’d have to decode the alpha-numeric at the bottom of the page), he began mentally jotting down the names of field operatives. And fortunately, Korbett had several friends attached to the National Science Foundation and should be able to get a lot of information through the rumor mill about what was really going on at McMurdo. He’d need that networking for sure. There’d be no cover for his field team, that was certain. Especially since they would be arriving at the end of the season when everybody else was preparing to depart for the winter.
Marsh Abbott. He was simply the best in the field. And since Operation Rookery had top priority status, Korbett had the power to even pull Marsh off any other project he might be currently assigned to. Maggie could get most all the reference information they’d need to know about Antarctica through the computer services. The aerial photographs will be helpful, providing they cover enough geographical area. If not, he’d be hell bent to arrange an aerial photo recon mission. Not impossible. Just difficult.
He had the feeling that he’d better arrange for satellite imaging of the entire area. In all probability, infrared imaging might be able to reveal something below the ice. He just hoped for the sake of the field team that it wasn’t too far below the ice. Somewhere in his mind he remembered reading that ice sheets at the poles could be as much as two miles thick. Hard to comprehend. Next to impossible to dig down into, although there was the recent story about the guy who dug out some World War II planes from below the ice in Greenland…he’d get Maggie to dig up that story to find out how they did it.
No time for that now. Korbett decided that a core field team of five would have to suffice. They’d need a lot of help in the field, but there wouldn’t be enough time to make arrangements from the Department roster. Unfortunately, they’d most likely be forced to utilize some of the McMurdo personnel. This wasn’t like hiring people out of a union hall. They’d need some real experts out on
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