408 | John W. Warner IV good enough for tanks. When the war ends my wife will fetch me. They!! wine and dine you at the Waldorf if you help the Allied war effort, chuckled Bea. Hmmff. Better than a prison camp. No, I cannot do that. Perhaps Henry Ford will let me stay with him under guard. He and I can design efficient postwar cars together like we did years ago. Bernie stood behind Alice. Let me think…its like my brain is made of bubblegum. Try, uhm, try this frequency, 11.652…no wait, try 11.775. They should be listening in San Diego and Pearl Harbor, Station HYPO. I hear some Japanese, now some Russian. She handed him the earphones. 11.775. Light static only. Ive got to try and remember…flap…no, flapper…Mount Fuji, no-no, thats not… Cmon Rodgers! Get it together damn you! yelled Bea. Got it! Bernie spoke into the mic. XFlapjack Five to Mount Weather, Flapjack Five to Mount Weather, come in Mount Weather. He adjusted the dial for a finer signal and repeated the call sign. Porsche adjusted the throttle a bit. Hows that? Bea looked to the airspeed indicator. Fifty kph. Is that all? For now, yes. The transistor panel is burned up. I looked for spares but found none. Expensive gear, experimental too. Bernie kept at it. /Flapjack Five to Mount Weather, Flapjack Five to Mount Weather, come in Mount Weather, over. Come on dammit, answer you lazy bums! A distant scratchy voice. //Mount Weather to Flapjack Five, Mount Weather to Flapjack Five, glad to hear from you, over. Bernie asked: Can you boost the signal? Alice turned the receiver power dial to full. Try it now. Excited, Bernie spoke strongly and clearly. X Flapjack Five to Mount Weather, western Pacific, western Pacific, Apache Eagle on the move, I repeat, Apache Eagle on the move, over. Static and atmospheric hisses. ^ Flapjack Five, Flapjack Five, message understood, message understood, vector to Corral Six, I repeat, vector to Corral Six, over. He means Midway Island. They know were airborne, not on the deck. Hot