Control

Tim was astonished to find the screen in the control room was now flashing on and off. Lex said, "What happened?"

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Tim saw Dr. Grant staring at the screen, and gingerly moving his hand toward the keyboard. "I don't know about computers," Grant said, shaking his head.

But Tim was already sliding into the seat. He touched the screen rapidly. On the video monitors, he could see the boat moving closer to Puntarenas. It was now only about two hundred yards from the dock. On the other monitor, he saw the lodge, with the raptors hanging down from the ceiling. On the radio, he heard their snarls.

"Do something, Timmy," Lex said.

He pushed SETGRIDS DNL, even though it was flashing.

The screen answered:

WARNING: COMMAND EXECUTION ABORTED (AUX POWER LOW)

"What does that mean?" Tim said.

Gennaro snapped his fingers. "That happened before. It means auxiliary power is low. You have to turn on main power."

"I do?"

He pushed ELECTRICAL MAIN.

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Tim groaned.

"What are you doing now?" Grant said. The whole screen was starting to flash.

Tim pushed MAIN.

Nothing happened. The screen continued to flash.

Tim pushed MAIN GRID P. He felt sick to his stomach with fear.

MAIN POWER GRID NOT ACTIVE/AUXILIARY POWER ONLY

The screen was still flashing. He pushed MAIN SET 1.

MAIN POWER ACTIVATED

All the lights in the room came on. All the monitor screens stopped flashing. "Hey! All right!"

Tim pressed RESET GRIDS. Nothing happened for a moment. He glanced at the video monitors, then back at the main screen.

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Grant said something that Tim didn't hear, he only heard the tension in his voice. He was looking at Tim, worried.

Tim felt his heart thumping in his chest. Lex was yelling at him. He didn't want to look at the video monitor anymore. He could hear the sound of the bars bending in the lodge, and the raptors snarling. He heard Malcolm say, "Dear God…"

He pushed LODGE.

SPECIFY GRID NUMBER TO RESET.

For a frozen interminable moment he couldn't remember the number, but then he remembered F4, and he pressed that.

ACTIVATING LODGE GRID F4 NOW.

On the video monitor he saw an explosion of sparks, sputtering down from the ceiling of the hotel room. The monitor flared white. Lex shouted "What did you do!" but almost immediately the image came back and they could see that the raptors were caught between the bars, writhing and screaming in a hot cascade of sparks while Muldoon and the others cheered, their voices tinny over the radio.

"That's it," Grant said, slapping Tim on the back. "That's it! You did it! "

They were all standing and jumping up and down when Lex said, "What about the ship?"

"The what?"

"The ship, " she said, and pointed to the screen.

On the monitor, the buildings beyond the bow of the ship were much larger, and moving to the right, as the ship turned left and prepared to dock. He saw crewmen heading out to the bow, preparing to tie up.

Tim scrambled back to his seat, and stared at the startup screen.

He studied the screen. TeleCom VBB and TeleCom RSD both looked like they might have something to do with telephones. He pressed TELECOM RSD.

YOU HAVE 23 WAITING CALLS AND/OR MESSAGES.

DO YOU WISH TO RECEIVE THEM NOW?

He pushed NO.

"Maybe the ship was one of the waiting calls," Lex said. "Maybe that way you could get the phone number!"

He ignored her.

ENTER THE NUM13ER YOU WISH TO CALL OR PRESS F7 FOR DIRECTORY.

He pushed F7 and suddenly names and numbers spilled over the screen, an enormous directory. It wasn't alphabetical, and it took a while to scan it visually before he found what he was looking for:

VSL ANNE B. (FREDDY) 708-3902

Now all he had to do was figure out how to dial. He pushed a row of buttons at the bottom of the screen:

DIAL NOW OR DIAL LATER?

He pushed DIAL NOW.

WE'RE SORRY, YOUR CALL CANNOT BE COMPLETED AS DIALED.

ERROR-5981

PLEASE TRY AGAIN

He tried it again.

He heard a dial tone, then the tone of the numbers being automatically dialed in rapid succession.

"Is that it?" Grant said.

"Pretty good, Timmy," Lex said. "But they're almost there." On the screen, they could see the prow of the ship closing on the Puntarenas dock. They heard a high-pitched squeal, and then a voice said, "Ah, hello, John, this is Freddy. Do you read me, over?"

Tim picked up a phone on the console but heard only a dial tone.

"Ah, hello, John, this is Freddy, over?"

"Answer it" Lex said.

Now they were all picking up phones, lifting every receiver in sight, but they heard only dial tones. Finally Tim saw a phone mounted on the side of the console with a blinking light.

"Ah, hello, control. This is Freddy. Do you read me, over?"

Tim grabbed the receiver. "Hello, this is Tim Murphy, and I need you to-"

"Ah, say again, didn't get that, John."

"Don't land the boat! Do you hear me?"

There was a pause. Then a puzzled voice said, "Sounds like some damn kid."

Tim said, "Don't land the ship! Come back to the island!"

The voices sounded distant and scratchy. "Did he-name was Murphy?" And another voice said, "I didn't get-name."

Tim looked frantically at the others. Gennaro reached for the phone. "Let me do this. Can you get his name?"

There was the sharp crackle of static. "-got to be a joke or else-a frigging ham operator-omething."

Tim was working on the keyboard, there was probably some kind of a way to find out who Freddy was…

"Can you hear me?" Gennaro said, into the phone. "If you can hear me, answer me now, over."

"Son," came the drawled reply, "we don't know who the hell you are, but you're not funny, and we're about to dock and we've got work to do. Now, identify yourself properly or get off this channel."

Tim watched as the screen printed out FARRELL, FREDERICK D, (CAPT.).

"Try this for identification, Captain Farrell," Gennaro said. "If you don't turn that boat around and return to this island immediately, you will be found in violation of Section 509 of the Uniform Maritime Act, you will he subject to revocation of license, penalties in excess of fifty thousand dollars, and five years in jail. Do you hear that?"

There was a silence.

"Do you copy that, Captain Farrell?"

And then, distantly, they heard a voice say, "I copy," and another voice said, "All ahead stern." The boat began to turn away from the dock.

Lex began to cheer. Tim collapsed back in the chair, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Grant said, "What's the Uniform Maritime Act?"

"Who the hell knows?" Gennaro said.

They all watched the screen in satisfaction. The boat was definitely heading away from the shore.

"I guess the hard part's finished," Gennaro said. Grant shook his head. "The hard part," he said, is just beginning."