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Colin and General Banning stood at the shoulder of the radio operator in Gila Base IV Central Control. It was just past midnight. Banning's fatigue was evident; Colin, having been involved a shorter time, still looked reasonably fresh.
Monotonously the radio tech droned: "Gila Control to _Phoenix I_ come in please. Gila Control to _Phoenix I_ come in please. Gila Control to _Phoenix I_ come in please. " After every third repetition of the chant, he switched to Receive and briefly listened to the buzz and crackle from the overhead speakers.