galley. “Coffee?” he asked, picking up a pot and selecting a mug from a neatly stacked pile. Nodding, they both accepted a cup in turn. “So, what kind of interference you guys having down here?” Clay shrugged. “Not entirely sure. Nothing too serious, probably just interference based on high iron in the soil. We need to get some samples for analysis.” He sipped from his mug. “We may have to come back out with an old sub and spot check if we don’t find something
