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- The Paladin was all cutting-edge stealth technology and covert power projection. With a radar cross-section as small as a Piper Cub, it still managed to pack in enough hardware to run 4E’s most sensitive missions from anywhere on the planet. It could masquerade as a civilian cargo carrier or make combat landings on improvised airstrips, and only the discreet blisters and antennae along the lines of the fuselage hinted at other secret capabilities. Fisher didn’t know the details, but that matte black skin was some kind of advanced composite, recently improved to make the aircraft virtually invulnerable to electronic warfare and cyberattacks. To his eyes, it gave the Paladin the look of a bull shark; big, sleek and dangerous.
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- Fisher moved up the aircraft. Inside, there was a series of cramped modular compartments – among them crew quarters, an armory, a workshop, and a small infirmary – but the main event was the command-and-control area, a cut-down version of the bigger C&C center back at NSA headquarters. Every square centimeter around the perimeter of the compartment had been outfitted with computers, monitors, and hardened server stacks, the middle of the space dominated by the strategic mission interface, or SMI. The crew nicknamed it “the pool table”, a virtual plotting surface that could present text, maps, video, or any other kind of mission-critical data.
- - Firewall, Chapter 5
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