Captain Ashman replied to the knock on his door with a simple “Enter.” Sykes stepped in his head barely an inch from the piping overhead. “What it is?” he hardly needed to look up from his own reading to know who it was. “Sir, we seem to be encountering some problems with our navigation system. It’s put our position off by about fifteen miles.” Ashman looked up. “Fifteen miles?” “Yes, sir.” “Did you run diagnostics?” Sykes nodded. “Yes sir, by the book but cannot find any problems.” Ashman tapped his finger gently against pursed lips. “Could our speed be off?”
