"I need to tell the Cap." Crocker announced after reading the message several times. "Is there any way to tell where it came from?"

Lucas shook his head. "Not from an instant message. It goes through to many servers. That's why so many hackers like this company, it's untraceable."

"Communications ain't even down, last I heard." Crocker grumbled, "what's he talkin' about?"

Lucas shrugged, "I know our signal hasn't be great under all the ice. Maybe that's it."

"So how did this get through?"

"You don't need a steady connection to send something simple like text. If my computer wasn't even hooked up, it would just hold it until I could see the message. For video or even just audio, you need a better signal." Lucas scowled, "whoever this is, probably gets the call to connect then it drops out. No wonder he thinks we're blocking him."

Crocker stared at the screen, willing it to make more sense to him. Finally, he sighed, "can you at least send a message back that it isn't us?"

"Yeah, of course. But he's signed out." Lucas tapped the text box labeled offline. "He won't get it until he logs back in."

"Hey, don't ya'll have names for these messages? Tags or somethin'?"

Lucas couldn't help laughing at the question. "Screen names? Kind of. But his is just numbers, see? The Fibonacci sequence actually. It's pretty cool, and no one can guess who he is."

"Fiba..." Crocker shook his head and pushed away from the computer. "Kid, ya lost me back there after instant message. I'll be on the bridge. See what you can do, then you better come explain it."

Lucas nodded, and started to type.

Kristin handed Hans two pills, he took them doubtfully, but only held them. "They will help with the pain, dear." She explained kindly.

"I don't like taking anything that will dull my senses. Especially after watching what you did to him." He pointed to Jonathan, and tried to hand them back.

"Commander Ford is a special case." Kristin retorted, and suppressed a sigh. "They are simply an anti-inflammatory medication." Commotion from the medbay door attracted her attention, and the doctor turned away. "If you are currently uncomfortable taking them, keep them close until you feel the need."

Ben and Shepard carried Tim, each on one end of the slack body. "Now what?"

"Captain Bridger found him, we think he hit his head." Ben panted after laying Tim on a spare bed. "He's breathing and everything though."

Kristin nodded, and started her examination of the officer. She felt the area of skull under the laceration while speaking over her shoulder. "What's going on out there? Where we attacked?"

"Part of the ice shelf broke off and hit the ship." Ben watched her pull up Tim's eyelids to shine a penlight into his pupils. "Is he going to be ok?"

Kristin nodded, turning the light off and slipping it into her pocket. "I believe so. He may have a mild concussion, but his skull seems to be rather hard."

Ben smirked, "can you please please put that in his records?"

"Communications haven't been blocked." Nathan retorted angrily. "We can't help if the ice is stopping any calls."

Crocker stared back impassively. He knew his captain's irritation wasn't aimed at him, and wasn't much bothered. "That's what Lucas said."

"Ortiz, pull all but one WSKR off the watch for icebergs and find who ever this is. They have to be close if they caused it." Nathan snapped, while watching the vid-screen closely.

The WSKR's flew around the ship, searching. "There!" Crocker called out, pointing.

"He's hiding right on top of us. What kind of idiot drops something above himself while he's in the line of fire?!" Nathan slammed his fist down on a console.

"Someone who don't care if he lives." Crocker said drily. "Or he's just cocky."

Miguel sent the WSKR's after the small sub hovering just inches above the skin of the SeaQuest. "He's running, sir!" He called out as the sub's engines kicked on and it shot out of range.

"Can you work the probe well enough to chase him?"

Miguel nodded, "I think so, sir."

He was putting the controls on when Lucas jogged onto the bridge. "Captain, can I check something on the WSKR's?"

"In a minute, Kiddo, we need to find out who this first." Nathan replied in a soft tone.

Lucas was already at Miguel's station. "I just need to see the recording, nothing live. I have a hunch. All I need is to be lucky enough that one of the WSKR's was aimed right."

Nathan nodded his approval, and looked back at the main screen. The probe launched, following in the wake of the mini-sub, but couldn't get close. "He's too fast, sir. Maybe Katie could catch him, but... me?" Miguel shrugged apologetically.

"Just try to keep him in visual range."

"Captain," Lucas hesitantly broke the tense atmosphere a minute later. "You need to see this."

He stepped back, letting Nathan and Crocker see the small screen directly in front of him. "See that? Way in the upper corner? Right after the first piece of ice falls."

A small object could be see streaking through the clear water. It hit the back of the SeaQuest, and white bands of electricity arched out. "What the..." Crocker breathed with shock in his eyes.

"An EMP. After I replied to the message, I started digging into the ships systems. A lot of them are fried."

"Why not your computer? Or anything up here?" Nathan asked, rewinding the footage and watching it closely.

Lucas chewed his lip, "until I can actually look at it, I can only guess. If whoever it was wanted our attention, but not kill us, it would have to be a very specialized one. Something that would knock out most of the engines and not the life support or..." He trailed off and pulled out his phone, checking the screen. "The ship's Wi-Fi."

Nathan looked up sharply. "Weapons?"

Crocker interrupted them, "we would have known by now. If any of the computers or sensors are working they alert us the second there's an issue with the weapons... right?"

Lucas nodded, "that's how I designed it, but..." He started to type. He scowled, and only looked confused before continuing. "That doesn't make sense."

"What?" Nathan asked breathlessly, staring at the code.

"The alarm was blocked. We'd only know once we tried to fire or looked for it. We only have some of the weapons. The warheads weren't affected, but not the smaller missiles. There's just no access, like they're gone. Why would someone do that?"

Crocker touched Lucas' arm lightly. "What else are we locked out of?"

"I... I don't know yet. I'll have to do a system by system check. Why?" He was unnerved by the worried expression on the older man's face.

"The weapons lockers, see if you can get in them."

Lucas started typing, dread weighing in his stomach. "Nothing, they're completely gone. I can't even get anything to prove we have them. What does this mean?"

Crocker was silent for a few moments, then responded in a tense voice. "If someone wants workin' warheads, wants to take them, and doesn't want a big fight, what would they do?"

Nathan answered the disturbing question. "Show us what they can do, then take away our ability to stop them."