“He says Terra Nova,” The Captain told Director Fredricks and Dr. Atkinson. “They dropped him off, or kicked him off, then went there.”
“Do you believe him?” Director Fredricks asked.
“Not for a minute. Do you?”
The others pondered the question in silence.
“I didn’t think so.”
“So, what is there to be done now?” Dr. Atkinson questioned. “What do we tell the Russians?”
“Nothing yet. Contact Washington and see what they think, then decide how much to share,” the Captain said with an air of command, suggesting that he was in his element and as a naval officer was trained for this sort of thing. Dr. Fredricks, though the senior NSF person on station, and therefore the titular head of all that transpired within the American sphere, deferred to the Captains proposal with a nod.