can't stop the signal

"It's what?"

"Piggyback. Someone's mixed a signal with our probe's signal. The packet rate is precisely ten times the signal we're expecting, so we just read it as fuzz."

"This is huge. And? What's the data?"

His eyes shifted away and he passed the paper over.

She used a word that made his face turn red. "Fr#&! Enlarge your reproductive organs with microwave energy. Refinance your long-range probes." She crumpled the paper angrily. "Very funny, Gary."

"No," he sighed. "Actually it's not. Can I go home?"

She stared. "Oh."