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There were no more questions. George closed the meeting, "We need now to get to work. Go with the teams we established yesterday by email. Everybody has a job to do."

Frank pulled over to George. "George, I noticed inconsistencies this morning in our communications. I think we have been shut off. I try to raise Dr. O'Leary, but he isn't responding with today's code word. It's not him. It's somebody else. Also, incoming traffic is slow. We're not getting back responses to shipments outgoing. I looked back over the records, and there was a cutoff of all communications at about 3 A.M. this morning. The news is blacked out."

"I expected this." George responded. He was thankful that Frank had not brought this up publicly. "We probably are cut off. I will deal with this issue in my negotiations with the FBI. Anything else?"

"No. When do you want to establish contact?"

"Now. Right now. Contact the Bluebird. Tell them we want to make contact with their highest authority. I suspect it will be that fellow, John Smith."

Frank pulled himself back to his console, about twenty feet away. George followed. He motioned to Sporkin from across the cavern, and he asked Andrei Gleba, from the bomb crew, to come along.