The radar officer soon arrived at the commander's office and approached the lieutenant colonel, the officer in charge of the alert detachment.
"Sir! We have an unidentified contact heading toward New York!" the officer said as he saluted the commander.
The commander looked up from the boring daily report he had been checking.
"What kind of contact?" the commander asked.
"We don't know, sir," the radar operator said solemnly as he handed him the printed readings.
"The radar signature is roughly man-sized. Its speed is estimated at Mach three."
The commander stared at him.
"Say that again?"
"Man-sized object. Mach three, sir."
For a moment, the commander frowned as he simply looked at the radar readings.
"Are you sure the radar isn't malfunctioning?"
"Yes, sir. I already checked it twice. I also cross-checked it with the secondary radar. We're getting the same result."
"You're certain?" the commander asked once again.
"Yes, sir."
