The phone rang just as McKibben was about to tee off. “Ah, a report,” he told The General. “SI-OP has probably located the truck.”
He went to the back of the cart and picked up the receiver. “McKibben.”
The man talked fast: “Lieutenant? Sergeant Broughton, DHQ. Sir, we have a problem.”
McKibben raised a brow. “A problem? At the de-hibernation center?”
“Yes, sir. I—I don’t know how to say this, sir. It ... It would seem the cryo-cells are missing.”
“Run that by me again?”
“The cells, sir, containing the other Nano-Ts. It seems as though they’ve vanished.”
“What?”
“There’s more, sir. The excavation camp in Montana reports a similar occurrence. Apparently, the anomaly is missing, too.”
“The slab?! It’s a hundred feet long!”
“Yes, sir. I—nobody knows— Jesus. Sir, I don’t know what to
