Brand new. I swear.
Master Chief Sonar Technician Boyd and COB Jensen stood like recalcitrant schoolgirls in Captain Hudon’s quarters, their faces bowed, their hands clasped behind them.
Hudon, elbows on her desk like two legs of unshakable tripod, rubbed her hands together in front of her face. “Let me get this straight. You want me to take this boat into North Harbor becuase somebody’s making a phone call and the two of you and Sherlock can’t eavesdrop from out here?”
Jensen perked up and smiled. “Well, when you put it like that, Captain, I – ”
Harod closed her eyes. “Perhaps you better let Sonar Chief Boyd handle this?”
Boyd spoke up. “Sherlock’s pulling a blank. I suspect the source is some kind of LRAD – ”
Jensen leaned forward. “Long Range Acoustic Device. A kind of high power loudspeaker that – ”
Hudon held up a hand and kept her eyes on Boyd.
Jensen leaned back. “Sorry, Ma’am.”
Hudon lowered her hand.
Boyd continued. “Along some kind of parametric array. They’ve got to be using a non-linear transduction system to reduce side-lobe – ”
Jensen leaned forward again. “They have tech at our level or better.”
Hudon’s hand went back up.
Boyd continued. “From out here the Harbor Tunnels are giving just enough interference to disrupt the pattern, but only because it’s highly directional so any off-axis signal is – ”
Jensen interrupted without leaning forward. “We have to be on top of it to figure out what it is.”
Hudon continued focusing on Boyd. “Did I assign Holmes and Watson to my boat? I don’t remember seeing their names on my manifest.”
Boyd opened her mouth and Hudon’s hand went back up. “You want me to sail this boat over the Boston Harbor Tunnels?”