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"Permission to touch down granted, Polaris. You are to line up on approach to landing-port seven repeat seven. Am now sending out guiding radar beam. Can you read beam?" Tom turned to the intercom. "Have you got the station's guiding beam, Roger?" "All lined up, Tom," replied Roger from the radar bridge.

Diane held tightly to Baird's hand, in the radar room. He said evenly: "There'll be volunteers. The Plumies are pretty sporting characters putting up a fight with an unarmed ship, and so on. If there aren't enough other volunteers, the skipper and I will cut them free by ourselves." Diane said, dry-throated: "I'll help. So I can be with you. We've got so little time."

The real reason for the press dismissal, I learned, was that not a few people in the radar room were positive that this night would be the big night in UFO history the night when a pilot would close in on and get a good look at a UFO and they didn't want the press to be in on it. But just as the two '94's arrived in the area the targets disappeared from the radarscopes.

Instead of getting easier, the courses of study were getting more difficult all the time, and in his speech on the parade grounds, Commander Walters had promised "Emergency!" Roger's voice over the intercom brought Tom out of his reverie sharply. "All hands," continued the cadet on the radar bridge hurriedly, "secure your stations and get to the jet-boat deck on the double! Emergency!"

Once the men were no further danger to them, Connel and Astro locked the front and rear doors and then raced up the stairs that led to the main radar and communications rooms on the second floor. "You start at that end of the hall, I'll start here!" shouted Connel. "Smash everything you see!" "Aye, aye, sir." Astro waved his hand and charged down the hall.

And they were the only ones likely to get in front of the object in time. Inside the Shed, the siren howled dismally and all the Security men were snapping: "Radar alarm! All out! Radar alarm! All out!" And men were moving fast, too. Some came down from the Platform on hoists, dropping with reckless speed to the floor level. Some didn't wait for a turn at that.

A miniaturized radar sprouted on the left elbow joint. On the inside of the Archer's chest plate, reachable merely by drawing an arm out of a sleeve, emergency ration containers were racked. In the same place was a small airlock for jettisoning purposes and for taking in more supplies. "What do yuh know toilet facilities, yet!"

First of all, radar-visual sightings were the best type of UFO sightings we received. There are no explanations for how radar can pick up a UFO target that is being watched visually at the same time. Maybe I should have said there are no proven explanations on how this can happen, because, like everything else associated with the UFO, there was a theory.

It either detects something and pin-points its place, or it doesn't, because an object either reflects radar-pulses or not. Usually it does. The radar here, then, gave an impossible reading. It was as if it did not receive the reflections of the pulses it sent out, but only parts of them. It was as if something were intermittently in existence, or was partly real and partly not.

They continued work, checking the radar equipment, the photon counters, cameras, the temperature-sensing devices, and myriad other instruments. Each instrument would feed its information to the oscillator, through the measurand transmitter and into the telemetering circuit, traveling by radio circuit back to the blockhouse. In the blockhouse it would appear in several forms.