Elizebeth, Lieutenant Jones, and their coast guard teammates watched in frustration as new circuits lit up throughout the summer and fall of 1942—two, then five, then fifteen—each using a different and yet-unbroken code. It was as if the FBI had tried to destroy an approaching asteroid with a single huge bomb but instead just blasted the rock into dozens of sentient fragments able to regenerate and spread wreckage over a wider swath of earth.
