Lee Gorman looked at the intercom on his desk as though it had snapped at him.
In his Fort, Allison drawled over the intercom, "Pilot to navigator."
The intercom buzzed again, and Gelsen irritably punched a button.
Johnson spoke casually, but his voice in the intercom was thin with tension.
Forster recognized the voice on the intercom as Tom Summerford's.
Hesitantly, he reached out and touched a button on the intercom.
He picked up the first card, and dialed the man's intercom number.
Bending over his desk, he nudged an intercom button with his finger.
Then he whirled around and slapped every button on the intercom.
In one quick movement, he spun his chair around and jabbed at the intercom.