Sammy tapped rapidly on the calculator — the one that had gotten him through university — while he scanned the incoming telemetry data. The numbers did not match. Not by much, but it was there. He said so into his mic.
“Rounding error?” asked Chira.
Sammy grunted and calculated again. “No. It’s just not right.”
Omar broke in. “Something is definitely running in the background, but I can’t see what.”
“Hackers?” asked Chira.
“You have to tell Phillips,” said Chira.
“What?” asked Chira.
He couldn’t articulate the squirming feeling in his chest, so he just said, “Nothing. I will.”