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SEA OF SHADOWS 131<br />

Fisher nodded. “Chicken bones. We need to do the secret voodoo<br />

ritual.”<br />

“I see,” the chief said. “And what, pray tell, is the secret voodoo<br />

ritual?”<br />

“We had some on the Paul Foster,” Fish said. “Dried up chicken<br />

bones. We kept them in one <strong>of</strong> those purple velvet bags like Crown Royal<br />

bottles <strong>com</strong>e in. Whenever we came across a radar problem that was<br />

kicking our asses, we’d get out the chicken bones. We’d turn on one battle<br />

lantern and shut <strong>of</strong>f all the lights, so things would get real dark and spooky<br />

looking. Then, we’d shake up the bag really good and dump the chicken<br />

bones on the deck.”<br />

Chief Lowery grinned. “This helped somehow?”<br />

“Hell yeah,” Fish said. “One <strong>of</strong> the bones was bigger than all <strong>of</strong> the<br />

others, and one end <strong>of</strong> that bone was bigger than the other end. See?”<br />

“Like a leg bone?” Gordon asked.<br />

“Yeah,” Fish said. “Like a drumstick. Anyway, whichever way the big<br />

end <strong>of</strong> the big bone was pointing, that’s where the problem was. We<br />

would go to the nearest piece <strong>of</strong> equipment to where it was pointing and<br />

start troubleshooting.”<br />

“Bullshit,” Gordon said.<br />

Burgess grabbed the crotch <strong>of</strong> his own coveralls and squeezed<br />

theatrically. “Yeah, Fish. I’ve got your big bone right here!”<br />

Fish grinned and gave Burgess a wink. “No thanks, Cowboy. I’ve<br />

seen your bone, and it didn’t look very big to me.”<br />

Chief Lowery tried not to grin. “Knock it <strong>of</strong>f, you knuckleheads.<br />

We’ve still got a radar to troubleshoot.”<br />

Fish held his hands palm up and let them drop. “That’s what I’m trying<br />

to tell you, Chief. There’s nothing left to troubleshoot. There is nothing<br />

wrong with this fucking radar. We’ve run every on-line test, every <strong>of</strong>f-line<br />

test, and every dynamic and static load test ever invented. We’ve swapped<br />

every circuit card in Array #4 with every circuit card in Array #3. If the<br />

problem was in one <strong>of</strong> those cards, or even several cards, the interference<br />

should have moved to Array #3 with the cards.”<br />

Burgess nodded. “We’ve checked video processing, wave guides,<br />

primary and alternate power, and all <strong>of</strong> the digital multiplexers. We’ve<br />

checked for thermal problems, phase angle calibration errors,<br />

electromagnetic cross-talk between cable runs, signal shedding, and digital<br />

sync pulse errors. We’ve also tested the sweep raster initiators, and every<br />

clock pulse and digital incrementer that’s even remotely related to SPY.”<br />

“Fish and Shit-for-Brains are right,” Gordon said. “We’ve swapped<br />

every disk pack, and reloaded the s<strong>of</strong>tware from scratch three times. I’ve

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