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Zulu
Ajax, this is Wave Runner 212 approaching Waypoint Delta.
Roger, 212. Come left to heading 169 and descend to Angel Lake. Ajax, this is
Wave Runner 212. We'll go right.
Slider, you ready to head for home?
Right behind you, Karma.
Whoa, I got a contact.
175,
five miles closing opposite course low.
Wave Runner 212, you are authorized to intercept.
Tally -ho.
Glider, second bogey's on the scope. He's on our six.
We're sandwiched. Get this guy off me. Split.
Break right.
this guy, Karma. Get him off me.
Enemy fire. Pencil inbound.
Watch out close.
Oh, please, not far.
It's him.
It's him. It's him.
We remained high in the Gulf today after an American F -14 went down in the no
-fly zone last night.
The Iraqis are claiming an aerial victory.
The Defense Department has confirmed the loss of a Navy fighter jet, but has
made no official statement regarding what...
Working
a little late, Ensign?
Yes, sir.
Well, why don't you call it a night? I'm sure whatever it is can wait till
morning. I'll walk you to your car.
Thank you, sir. I'm just going to wait a little longer here.
Heard from Rav and McKenzie yet?
They should be aboard the Coral Sea within the hour, sir. And Lieutenant
Roberts?
I haven't heard from Lieutenant Roberts, and it's not like him not to call.
Well, let's see.
He left Andrews at 1400 our time.
Probably arrived at 29 Palms, 1530 Pacific.
Been taking depositions for several hours.
I'm sure he'll call soon.
I hope so, sir.
I don't mean to act like... Pregnant wife worried about her husband?
It's not very Navy -like of me, sir. Instant.
The uniform is made to fit a person.
Admiral, I don't know what's come over me. Hormones!
Sir?
You see this?
B .C. tried to cut my head off with a machete. 39 stitches.
I didn't even know I was bleeding for about two days.
But, um... Now this... It's an electric can opener.
Not make cold for six hours.
Compliments of my ex -wife in her second trimester.
So what are you telling me? That I should stay away from small appliances?
No. What I'm saying is, is that, um... What you're feeling is normal, and I
understand. I also know that you need to rest and you need to eat properly.
I'm going to Calisto's for a late dinner. Why don't you join me? I hate
alone.
You do, sir?
Not really.
We'll go run that Inspector General's report and make it a business meal.
Thank you, Admiral. I told Bud that I'd wait to hear from him.
Harry could be after midnight before he gets a chance to call you.
Tell you what, once we get to the restaurant, I'll call the base if I can
him. You can do that, sir?
Admiral's privilege.
You know, Calisto is famous for their sea food. You like calamari?
Well, I like it if they make it with a mint sauce, sir.
Cravings?
I'm afraid so, sir.
Try not to make me regret this incident.
I usually consider it a bad sign when I see Jags coming aboard.
But under the circumstances, I'm glad you're here.
International incidents require the utmost diplomacy.
I might need some professional legal advice.
So technically, we're here to conduct a Jagman investigation of the altercation
which resulted in the lost Comcast. However, the Major and I would be more
willing to aid in any legal matters that might arise while we're aboard. That's
good, because if this thing turns ugly and forces us into a war, it's always
nice to have a...
Couple of lawyers around to blame.
We're at condition three here.
The CAG and I need the crew focused on the job at hand.
So I'd appreciate wrapping up this investigation ASAP. Yes, sir.
You can report your findings to the CAG.
Carry on.
Okay.
Commander Ravid.
You found your father.
That's right.
Did you know him, sir?
We flew a couple of wild ones together.
You have to pilot he what?
I'd like to think so.
Maybe we'll see about that.
Yes, sir.
The ATO will get you quarters.
Thank you, sir.
We were patrolling the no -fly zone.
It was a typical flight, if there is such a thing.
It's basically four hours of boring holes in the sky.
No contact, no nothing.
So when did you first spot the MiG?
I didn't.
Bear picked the first one up on his radar.
There.
You're real, Lieutenant Brian Haas.
That's right.
He must have been crawling across the sand on his belly because he came out of
nowhere.
Popped up, made a gun run at us, and ran for home.
What are you supposed to provoke them into attacking?
There was no provocation, Major. That's just it.
It's a no -fly zone.
The Iraqis came in looking for a fight. First one was a decoy so his buddy could
sneak in behind us.
The second MIG got right on Slaughter's tail.
We flew in behind him. I got Locke and Tone, but Karma didn't fire him, ma 'am.
Well, why not?
I don't know, Major. I kept yelling at him to take the shot, but he kept
what, what, like he didn't hear me, ma 'am.
Next thing I know, he's going kamikaze, flying straight at the MIG like he's
going to ram him. I'm screaming for Karma to take this guy out.
Suddenly the MIG fires, so I punch off flares and chaff and break hard.
Next thing I know, I've got this fucking bronco turbulence.
And I see this explosion in the mirror.
Figured it was the missile.
It was karma going down in a ball of fire.
Karma's yelling, eject, eject.
There's smoke in the canopy. I reach up, grab the handle, but my eyes are
closed.
Next thing I know, I'm screaming into my mask.
and feeling ice -cold air on my face.
One thing I don't understand.
You had a lock on the MiG. Why didn't you fight? I couldn't. You had a missile
malfunction? Why not go for the cannons?
Well, that's a good question, Commander, which I don't have an answer.
You've been in combat.
You know how fast things happen.
I saw Slaughter was in trouble.
I couldn't fire, but I knew I had to get the MiG off his tail.
And all I could think to do was to get in between him and the enemy. So I lit
the afterburners and I popped up right in front of him.
That's damn heroic flying.
That's damn stupid. It's more like it.
I misjudged the closure rate. I sheared off my wingtip in the collision.
Went into a spin, spraying fuel, which ignited. We were a giant, tumbling
fireball.
Man, you must have had a guardian angel looking over your shoulder that night.
Yeah.
Something like that.
So far, everyone's statements corroborate.
You don't agree.
What? I know that look.
What look?
That I don't agree look.
Something with Commander Rice's statement isn't fitting right.
I want to talk to his plane captain about the condition of his comm cat.
What did you say to Commander Rice?
Excuse me, sir?
Your investigation, what are you charging him with?
We've just begun the interviews, Cag. We're not charging them with anything.
Then why did Lieutenant Commander Rice resign his commission?
You hungry, sir?
I was.
I'm eating for two now.
Two what?
Let me get you something to eat, sir.
That's the least I can do if you bought me dinner last night.
You know, last night, bugs and toads and jungle, and I still wouldn't have. What
is that smell?
Sardines, maybe?
Sir, breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
Let's face it, men just don't have the stomach for pregnancy.
Side number two and two is my plane, sir. I got my name put on her just last
Thursday. Well, congratulations, Petty Officer.
That's quite an honor for a plane captain.
Yes, it is, sir.
I take as much pride keeping these planes in the air as the pilots do in
them, sir.
So when I say that plane was working properly before she left the deck,
got my word on it, Commander.
Well, how do you account for the fact that Commander Rice was unable to fire
missiles? I can't, sir.
Commander said he couldn't fire, then he couldn't fire.
All I know is that everything was working when she left the deck.
That plane was used in a missile exercise the day before, and she
flawlessly, Commander.
Thanks, Moses, and I'll get your name on a new plane soon. You too, sir.
CAG showed me your resignation.
I guess you want to know why.
I don't see that much choice.
Look, from what I've determined so far, he's done nothing to warrant a
resignation.
Unless you haven't told me everything that happened that night.
I tried.
But I'm not sure I know myself.
I just talked to Petty Officer Moses. He tells me that your aircraft was in
excellent condition.
Did one of your missiles misfire?
No. I didn't fire.
Why not?
I was given an order not to. Somebody ordered you not to fire.
Go -Go and Slider were both yelling at me to take the shot.
But I heard another voice telling me not to. There's nothing in the radio
transcripts. No one has even mentioned this.
I don't think they heard it.
Look, I know how that sounds.
That's why I haven't said anything sooner.
But I kept trying to tell myself that it was fatigue or my ears popping or
misinterpretation. Hell, maybe I'm going crazy.
But I know what I heard.
It was an order.
It was very clear and very insistent that I, Not fire.
Got a lock.
What? We got tone. Take the shot.
What? Splash this guy, Karma. Get him off me.
Enemy fire. Missile inbound.
Waited every which way about a hundred times and I still can't hear anything.
Rewind it a bit.
There. I'm coming in behind you. Got a lock.
What? We got tone.
You hear that?
He's real. Says she has a lock. He replies by saying... What?
What? When I questioned Lieutenant Binder, she said that Carmel was acting
he couldn't hear her. Yeah, but he was on a hot mic. He could hear every breath
she took. He responded to everything else she said. I accept to take the
Maybe he heard something else. The recorder didn't pick up.
Thought like another radio transmission?
You know, Comcast broadcasts on a UHF frequency.
If the Iraqis had an analyzer in one of their AWACS aircraft, they could access
our frequency.
Not only the point of listening in, but to transmit as well.
The pilot heard an order not to shoot at a critical moment, and he hesitated.
It'd be the difference between surviving a dogfight and not. Yeah, but even so,
any radio transmission would still have been recorded, unless, well, unless
they've developed a new technology that can beam a transmission right into
someone's brain.
Beam something into your brain? It's starting to sound like butt.
Let's send this to Washington, have the audio experts back in Suitland analyze
it. Maybe they can find something we can't. Yeah, put a call into Webb. If
have developed a new technology, he may have the inside track.
You caught me. Haven't you heard? The Surgeon General says those things will
kill you. Well, I only smoke one a week for medicinal purposes.
Helps get the taste of jet fuel out of my mouth.
Nah. I'm Arm Rav, Jet Corps. I wonder if I might ask you a few questions.
Shoot.
I'm investigating the Iraqi Commander Rice incident. I wonder
if there's anything abnormal in the commander's medical background.
What exactly are you looking for?
Well, the...
Commander reports hearing a voice.
Voice?
He hasn't come to me complaining about hearing things, if that's where you're
going with this.
Commander on any kind of medication?
Undergoing treatment?
Drugs of any kind?
Commander Rice is in good health.
I gave him a complete physical after the mishap. What about his mental
condition? He was a little shook up. It wouldn't be.
You've been in the cockpit, Commander.
You know better than most that Navy pilots operating off a carrier are
to more physical and mental stress than any other aviator in the world.
The stress of night carrier landings in bad weather, enough to kill most people.
Make them hear voices?
I'm not a psychiatrist, but it is my medical opinion that Commander Rice is
crazy. We all hear voices inside our head, Commander.
It's called our conscience.
That's an interesting theory, but the Iraqis don't have any AWACS.
Actually, Cag, I checked with DOD. I'll qualify that. The Iraqis don't have any
AWACS flying this week.
They're supposed to have a couple of old A -50 mainstays, one of which is used
for parts and the other one flies about once a month. And when it does, we know
all about it. And there were no AWACS in the air the night of the incident?
Just ours.
Could we have got that order accidentally?
Our AWACS monitor a number of different radio transmissions at once, and they
send information to numerous ships in the carrier battle group, correct?
What if they somehow sent the wrong transmission to the wrong place? It
be the first time there was a foul up aboard an AWACS. It doesn't work that
I think the commander knows that as well as I do.
Keg, all I really know right now is that Commander Rice received an order not to
shoot, and I'll be damned if I can figure out why.
Well, that's where you're wrong, Rab.
Because the only one who's going to be damned by your investigation is
Rice. All we're trying to do here is find out the truth about what happened.
what makes you think you have it, Major?
Do you think me or my pilots are lying to you that this is some sort of a cover
-up? No, sir.
But if everyone is telling the truth, why did Karma resign?
Ask him.
How you doing, sir?
I'm okay, Barry. Thanks.
Scuttlebutt says you're resigning, sir.
Well, you know what they say about Scuttlebutt. Yeah, it's usually true.
You got something to say, Slider?
No. I let my actions speak for me, sir.
And what's that supposed to mean?
Like, you got something to say, spit it out, man to man. You forget about the
gold oak leaves here.
You see, obviously, you forgot I saved your ass up there. You almost got us
killed, along with your reel.
Yeah, but I didn't. No, you didn't. Not this time. This time you got lucky.
You arrogant.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, get easy. Slider, walk away.
What's going on?
I don't know. Ask the lieutenant here. He's got all the answers.
Which one do you want?
It's like the cute thing I want.
Just kidding.
Lieutenant, the Major will escort you to your stateroom.
How'd
you
know where to find me?
Gogo says you've been coming here a lot since the incident.
Yeah, I didn't even know where the ship's chapel was until two days ago.
You know that the Major and I are... We're here to help you in any way that
can. We all make mistakes.
If your resignation is anything... I didn't make a mistake. That's just it.
That's what makes this so difficult.
I'm not following.
I did the right thing. I did what I was told.
Look, Commander.
We have found no evidence.
substantiating your claim of another radio transmission.
Well, you won't.
It wasn't on the radio.
It was in my head.
And he told me not to fire.
Who told you not to fire?
I don't know.
I think maybe it was God.
My dinner.
Admiral?
That was me, sir.
You ate my risotto?
No, sir.
Where is it?
I tossed it, sir.
You tossed my risotto?
Yes, sir.
In the garbage.
Sir, there were things growing in that fridge.
Ensign, there was nothing growing in my risotto.
I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't help myself. I just had to clean out that
refrigerator.
I think I'm nesting.
There's no nesting in Jack Ops.
There also is no crying.
I'm sorry, sir.
Stop crying, Ensign. That is an order.
Sam's in my office now.
God
told
him not to fire.
That's what Commander Wright said.
Did he say why?
What, Commander?
God.
I don't know, Mac. He's not talking to me. No, he's giving up on you.
Wouldn't be the first time hearing strange voices was used as a criminal
defense.
True, but didn't you want to tell Bud that you thought you heard your father's
voice guide you through a landing?
This isn't about me, Major.
All right, so you don't believe in guardian angels.
Well, certainly not guardian angels who tell fighter pilots not to fire.
There are more things in heaven and earth harmed than are dreamt of in your
philosophy. Oh, thank you, Major Hamlet.
It's not like we could subpoena God to give us a statement anyway, is it?
Did you order Commander Rice not to fire?
Harm? And remember, God, you're under oath. Harm!
Thank you.
I think it's time we sought the advice of a higher power.
What, the Admiral?
Higher.
Now, I knew a man who made pornographic films until one day God told him that it
was time to stop.
He's doing missionary work in New Guinea now.
You knew this man before or after God spoke to him, Padre?
So, in your opinion, the hand of God can just reach out and touch somebody?
Most definitely.
You don't think that when I was a kid playing war in my backyard with my
buddies, I stood up and said, I want to be the chaplain.
It doesn't work that way.
Most clergymen and women that I know experience some sort of calling.
We're not talking about a calling. Commander Rice is convinced he heard
something tell him not to shoot. Why is that so hard to believe, Commander?
It's my job.
And I would hate to believe that Commander Rice is using the voice of God
excuse to not perform his duty.
Commander Rice is not like that.
With all due respect, sir, how would you know? Until the other day, Commander
Rice didn't even know where the chapel was.
That's right.
But I've been playing cards with this man since the beginning of the cruise.
And it's been my experience that you can learn as much about a man in a poker
game as you can in a confessional.
So if Commander Rice said that he heard a voice telling him not to shoot down
that enemy, I believe him.
Now, whether that was the voice of God, that's between Commander Rice and the
man upstairs.
Unless the man upstairs is a woman, Padre.
Amen to that, Major.
I always wanted my name on a plane.
Me too.
I think you should reconsider your resignation, Commander.
I have.
A thousand times.
Believe me, it's the hardest decision I've ever made in my entire life. It was
not a rash decision.
Well, I didn't mean to imply that it was.
Why'd you stop flying, Rab?
Night blindness.
You ever wonder why that happened?
I don't think it happened for a reason. I think it just happened.
Well, what if it happened for a reason that was beyond your understanding?
I mean, you've helped a lot of people as a lawyer, right?
I'd like to think so, yeah.
Well, then perhaps that's what you were supposed to do. I mean, maybe you got
night blindness and became a lawyer so you could help people like me.
I mean, what if there's a grand scheme that we're only occasionally privy to
and then?
And this is God's way of telling us he's got other plans for our lives.
That scares you. Oh, hell yeah.
Yeah.
I live in a world governed by the laws of physics. We had G -force, centripetal
acceleration, Bernoulli's principle.
These are my Ten Commandments.
There's no room for God or angels or anything like that. I think there's a
of people out here who would disagree with you. Why is this happening to them?
I don't talk to God. Why is God talking to me?
I don't want to stop flying. It's what I live for.
But I don't ever want to hear that voice again.
How can I help you, Commander?
I'd like to get Karma back in the air, sir.
Why on earth would you want to do that? He's already tendered his resignation.
Well, sir, I believe his resignation was tendered prematurely.
When do you speak for Commander Rice?
I don't, sir. Karma is damn good. He's one of the best.
And I hate losing pilots, whatever the reason.
But when a driver decides to quit, there's nothing you or I can do about
Commander.
The last thing I want is somebody up there who's not totally committed to
he's doing.
I had a pilot once who swore Aunt Margaret used to dance on his wings.
What did he do, sir? Nothing.
I don't care if he sees the chorus line of Rockettes as he gets a job done.
Commander is scared, sir.
Well, Commander, we all get scared.
Fear helps a pilot focus on the important things. The things that can
Yes, sir, that's true. But at the moment, my findings are inconclusive.
him to fly a similar mission.
This wouldn't be a ploy to get yourself up in one of my planes, would it,
Commander? No, sir.
However, it would be advantageous for me to be in the air at the same time,
Keck.
Uh -huh.
Okay, Rav, you've got one hour in the air.
But I want Slider in your back seat. The last thing I want right now is to lose
another plane.
You won't regret this, sir. Thank you. You better hope not.
I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?
Uh, no.
Not at all, Commander. I was just going to the ward room.
You know where to find me?
I spoke
to the CAG.
He agreed to let us refly your last mission.
Why would I want to do that?
You told me you lived to fly, Commander. I'm giving you the opportunity to get
that back.
Maybe I don't want it back.
I don't believe that for a minute. I'm a pilot, remember, Commander?
I know what it means to fly.
And I have yet to meet a driver who would trade that feeling for anything on
this Earth.
What about things not of this Earth?
There's a logical explanation for what happened up there.
And if there isn't?
How'd you get your call sign karma, anyway?
I survived a couple of real close calls with a young pilot, and they used to say
the only thing that saved me was good karma.
Maybe they were right.
Look at it this way.
Flying a Tomcat is probably one of the most dangerous jobs on this Earth.
Who needs a higher power more than men who drive them?
Hell, it may be the reason you're here talking to me right now.
And if that voice you heard was God, he told you not to fire. He didn't tell you
not to fly.
Yeah, you must be something else in a courtroom.
I own my own.
best, Mom.
You ready, Rob?
Always, right?
Let's do it.
Waverunner 204, please say again.
Ajax, I did not hear that last transmission.
Please repeat.
Who are you talking to?
I don't know. I'm getting a garbled signal from the AWACS. I don't hear
anything.
Waverunner 204, this is 209. You're drifting off course.
According to our flight plan, we should be coming to a heading of 158.
Forget the flight plan, Rab. We got contacts.
What's he talking about?
Wave Runner 204, this is Wave Runner 209. We have nothing on our radar.
Break. They're using a cloaking device.
Say again?
I got three coming in fast, 12 o 'clock high.
They're Klingons.
Klingons?
We've been picking up some strange radio transmissions, and they're way off
course, sir.
They're up button two.
This is Panther Strike calling Wave Runner 204. You boys lost out there.
strip your mask white runner 204 acknowledge
hand the strike this is white runner 209 204 control can you get a visual
affirmative we're heading in for a closer look
Must have had a bad batch of oxygen.
Contaminated O2 explains a boy's karma thought he heard telling him not to
shoot. Must have been caused by oxygen deprivation. One of the symptoms of
anoxia is hallucinations.
Does this mean our O2 is bad as well?
I don't think so.
But if you see Aunt Margaret dancing on the wings, start screaming.
What?
Interstrike, this is Wave Runner 209.
Karma and Bear have taken their masks off.
Suspect bad oxygen.
Repeat.
O2 system has malfunctioned. This is the CAG. Suspend all flight operations
until further notice. We might have a contaminated oxygen plant. Get Doc
up here ASAP. I want somebody down there inspecting that equipment yesterday.
What if harm to oxygen was contaminated?
Don't worry, Major.
If the commander's oxygen is bad, he can fly below 10 ,000 feet. What about
Karma and Bear, sir?
Come on, Karma. Wake up.
Bear. Listen to me, Bear.
How are you feeling, Rav?
I'm fine, sir. It's Reiner. Yeah, I'm good, CAG. Carmen, Bear's still not
responding. Keep trying.
Better take a look at this, Cag. What's wrong, sir?
The current force will put them in Iraqi airspace in about 20 minutes. How long
can they fly this course before they run into resistance?
Well, if we took them the other day, they may leave us alone. But if we tick
them off, they may be in the air already looking for another dogfight.
We have nothing on radar.
Just like the other day.
Cag, we got trouble.
Bear's starting to go into convulsions.
He's experiencing the secondary stages of severe anoxia.
Their brains are being starved for oxygen.
Everyone reacts differently. Usually the hallucinations come first, then lack of
consciousness, convulsions, and eventually death.
What's your fuel state, Rab?
1 ,100 pounds, sir. In 20 minutes, Carmen's plane runs out of fuel and
descend. Once he drops below 10 ,000 feet, they should regain consciousness,
which may give them enough time to punch out. Yeah, if the Iraqis don't shoot
him down first. That can't run interference.
Isn't there a way to disengage the autopilot?
Well, there's a thought, Major. Why don't we just eject them? But until they
start making F -14s with remote controls, we're SOL.
Major, perhaps it would be more useful if you followed up on the contaminated
oxygen. Aye, sir.
Damn Jags. She's only trying to be helpful, can't she? I know.
That's just it.
She may be on to something.
How could the oxygen supply become contaminated?
The carrier's O2 plant compresses ambient air into liquid oxygen.
It's tested daily because if an O -ring in the compressor ruptures...
the oxygen will become contaminated with oil.
Here's your culprit, Major.
A $40 million aircraft compromised by a 50 -cent O -ring.
Major McKenzie?
Sir, we found the problem. It's a faulty O -ring in the compressor.
Have her replaced, Moses.
Now, about your idea to disengage your autopilot. I was out of line, sir. I
apologize. That's beside the point, Major. Meet me in the ready room.
Have communication put a call through to Grumman Northrop. I need you to get an
engineer on the horn.
Who knows it's playing inside out?
Me, sir? It was your idea, Major. Now find a way to make it work.
Aye, aye, sir.
Sir,
I've got Edmund Carter on the line. He's a programmer for the F -14 flight team.
Put him on the speaker.
Mr. Carter, you're on with Captain Ward. Captain. This is the deal, Carter.
I've got a Tomcat stuck in automatic pilot with an unconscious pilot and Rio
headed into hostile territory.
How do we disengage?
The autopilot uses the computer navigation system to make hundreds of
corrections a second based on information it receives from sensors
throughout the plane. So if those sensors detect a significant change, the
autopilot will disengage. What kind of changes are we talking about?
Well, airspeed for one. Well, we can't slow them down.
All right, they're wing -level sensors which will disengage if they sense a
change in an angle over 45 degrees. So if we can get the plane's wings up over
45 -degree angle, the autopilot will disengage. That's right. Thank you, Mr.
Carter. And the plane will go into a great red spiral, sir. That doesn't
good. That's all we got. If we can get them down below 10 ,000 feet, they
regain consciousness and have enough time to pull up or punch out. Well, how
you get the wings past 45 degrees?
Bernoulli's principle.
Commander Rabb.
can lift Karma's wing up with his own wing. They don't even have to touch. The
change in air pressure caused by Rab's wing will lift Karma's wing up. Once the
computer senses they're over 45 degrees, the autopilot will disengage.
What if the wings do touch?
Then everybody has a bad day.
We only have one problem.
Rab. Commander's a good pilot, Captain.
That's the problem, Major.
You gotta be a hell of a lot better than good to pull this thing off.
You want me to what?
In order to disengage the autopilot, you need to tip their wing up past 45
degrees. Whose brilliant idea is this?
Actually, it began with a suggestion from Major McKenzie.
I might have known.
The engineers have confirmed it. It works on paper.
Unfortunately, I'm not flying a paper airplane, Cag.
You have to turn around and come home.
Let's get this over with.
Aye, aye, sir.
Here goes nothing.
Easy, girl.
Easy.
What's going on, Commander?
With all due respect, sir, I'm a little busy right now. I'll let you know when
it's over. Flying lawyers.
In about eight seconds.
Angel's cat.
karma i think my head's gonna explode what happened you had a bad batch of
oxygen you blacked out we managed to get the autopilot how'd you do that
Pretty damn impressive flying for a lawyer.
Thanks, Jack.
Where's Bear?
He's gone to sickbay. I'm headed over there.
You were right.
It was bad oxygen from a ruptured O -ring. Fortunately, Commander Rav and
Slider's oxygen was filled before it happened.
Well, what about the first time? Well, I was not the only one affected if Go -Go
and I were breathing off the same bottle.
The oxygen you were breathing the night of the incident was clean.
Then I wasn't hallucinating when I heard the voice.
Not from Enoch, dear. But if it was God, I still don't understand why he told me
not to fire.
I guess it just wasn't your enemy's day to die.
Like today wasn't yours.
Thank you.
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