The radio crackled at three in the morning, the way it always did....

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The radio crackled at three in the morning, the way it always did. Dale McCray lay in the bunk that was too short for his height and listened to static and one faint signal that repeated every eleven minutes and tried not to think about it.

He got up, made coffee, and walked the forty feet from his quarters to the surveillance station. The fence was rusted where the desert wind had worked it over for three years of disuse. The satellite dish pointed at nothing in particular - tilted at an angle that matched a tracking pattern for a satellite that had been decommissioned before Dale took the job. He checked the instruments. None of...

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