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She nodded, passed over some of the other documents from the file, jotting

down—

What are we going to do?

Bond scribbled in reply—
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Stay cool. Pretend to go through this stuff, but don’t spin it out. The sooner you start making these
pages into microdots the sooner I get out of here and bring in the Fifth Cavalry.

Bending over the pile of Black Magic pages, they went through the motions of
working, making occasional notes, muttering to each other, Chi-Chi doing
imaginary calculations and Bond occasionally calling her attention to points of

interest.
There was little doubt that Brokenclaw had gathered together a gold mine
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from the five kidnapped Navy men, though Black Magic contained scientific
data much too advanced for either of them. Bond already knew some words

and phrases from the little he had learned of Stealth Technology, and these
cropped up between lengthy mathematical equations. The words Radar Cross
Section, Visual and Acoustic Signature Reduction, Frequency Emission and
Leakage, Laser Enhanced Sonic Signal and the like were familiar, though he

could not have written a report on what he read.
They worked on Black Magic for just over an hour.

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The helicopter made wearisome passes across the wide search area, and Ed
Rushia was pleased to get out and stretch his legs on the two occasions they
had landed for refuelling. Now, having drawn a complete blank on picking up

any of the homer signals, they circled over the Big Sur area. Still no joy. The
instruments remained silent and the earphones picked up no beeps.
They were at the end of the search, having flown back and forth for nearly

three hours.
‘Negative, Commander?’ the helicopter pilot asked on the internal RT.
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‘Blank.’ Rushia’s weariness penetrated his voice. ‘Let’s move up the coast
towards Monterey.’
‘Not in our search area.’

‘No, but it’s a quick way home.’
The helicopter turned north. Below, the bleak and rocky terrain looked
endless but for the ribbon of the Pacific Coast Highway.

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