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the water！〃
Tolland had to admit； Norah's logic was chillingly sound。 Phosphorescent dinoflagellates would have followed instinct and swum upward into the meteorite shaft； being trapped just beneath the meteorite and freezing into the ice。 Later； when Norah heated the meteorite； the ice directly beneath would have melted； releasing the plankton。 Again； they would swim upward； this time reaching the surface inside the habisphere； where they would eventually die for lack of saltwater。
〃This is crazy！〃 Corky yelled。 〃NASA has a meteorite with extraterrestrial fossils in it。 Why would they care where it's found？ Why would they go to the trouble to bury it under an ice shelf？〃
〃Who the hell knows；〃 Norah fired back； 〃but GPR printouts don't lie。 We were tricked。 That meteorite isn't part of the Jungersol Fall。 It was inserted in the ice recently。 Within the last year； or the plankton would be dead！〃 She was already packing up her GPR gear on the sled and fastening it down。 〃We've to get back and tell someone！ The President is about to go public with all the wrong data！ NASA tricked him！〃
〃Wait a minute！〃 Rachel yelled。 〃We should at least run another scan to make sure。 None of this makes sense。 Who will believe it？〃
〃Everyone；〃 Norah said； preparing her sled。 〃When I march into the habisphere and drill another core sample out of the bottom of the meteorite shaft and it es up as saltwater ice； I guarantee you everyone will believe this！〃
Norah disengaged the brakes on the equipment sled； redirected it toward the habisphere； and started back up the slope； digging her crampons into the ice and pulling the sled behind her with surprising ease。 She was a woman on a mission。
〃Let's go！〃 Norah shouted； pulling the tethered group along as she headed toward the perimeter of the illuminated circle。 〃I don't know what NASA's up to here； but I sure as hell don't appreciate being used as a pawn for their…〃
Norah Mangor's neck snapped back as if she'd been rammed in the forehead by some invisible force。 She let out a guttural gasp of pain； wavered； and collapsed backward onto the ice。 Almost instantly； Corky let out a cry and spun around as if his shoulder had been propelled backward。 He fell to the ice； writhing in pain。
Rachel immediately forgot all about the printout in her hand； Ming； the meteorite； and the bizarre tunnel beneath the ice。 She had just felt a small projectile graze her ear； barely missing her temple。 Instinctively； she dropped to her knees； yanking Tolland down with her。
〃What's going on！〃 Tolland screamed。
A hailstorm was all Rachel could imagine…balls of ice blowing down off the glacier…and yet from the force with which Corky and Norah had just been hit； Rachel knew the hailstones would have to be moving at hundreds of miles an hour。 Eerily； the sudden barrage of marble…sized objects seemed now to focus on Rachel and Tolland； pelting all around them； sending up plumes of exploding ice。 Rachel rolled onto her stomach； dug her crampon's toe spikes into the ice； and launched toward the only cover available。 The sled。 Tolland arrived a moment later； scrambling and hunkering down beside her。
Tolland looked out at Norah and Corky unprotected on the ice。 〃Pull them in with the tether！〃 he yelled； grabbing the rope and trying to pull。
But the tether was wrapped around the sled。
Rachel stuffed the printout in the Velcro pocket of her Mark IX suit； and scrambled on all fours toward the sled； trying to untangle the rope from the sled runners。 Tolland was right behind her。
The hailstones suddenly rained down in a barrage against the sled； as if Mother Nature had abandoned Corky and Norah and was taking direct aim at Rachel and Tolland。 One of the projectiles slammed into the top of the sled tarp； partially embedding itself； and then bounced over； landing on the sleeve of Rachel's coat。
When Rachel saw it； she froze。 In an instant； the bewilderment she had been feeling turned to terror。 These 〃hailstones〃 were man…made。 The ball of ice on her sleeve was a flawlessly shaped spheroid the size of a large cherry。 The surface was polished and smooth； marred only by a linear seam around the circumference； like an old…fashioned lead musket ball； machined in a press。 The globular pellets were； without a doubt； man…made。
Ice bullets。。。
As someone with military clearance； Rachel was well acquainted with the new experimental 〃IM〃 weaponry…Improvised Munitions…snow rifles that pacted snow into ice pellets； desert rifles that melted sand into glass projectiles； water…based firearms that shot pulses of liquid water with such force that they could break bones。 Improvised Munitions weaponry had an enormous advantage over conventional weapons because IM weapons used available resources and literally manufactured munitions on the spot； providing soldiers unlimited rounds without their having to carry heavy conventional bullets。 The ice balls being fired at them now； Rachel knew； were being pressed 〃on demand〃 from snow fed into the butt of the rifle。
As was often the case in the intelligence world； the more one knew； the more frightening a scenario became。 This moment was no exception。 Rachel would have preferred blissful ignorance； but her knowledge of IM weaponry instantly led her to a sole chilling conclusion： They were being attacked by some kind of U。S。 Special Ops force； the only forces in the country currently cleared to use these experimental IM weapons in the field。
The presence of a military covert operations unit brought with it a second； even more terrifying realization： The probability of surviving this attack was close to zero。
The morbid thought was terminated as one of the ice pellets found an opening and came screaming through the wall of gear on the sled； colliding with her stomach。 Even in her padded Mark IX suit； Rachel felt like an invisible prizefighter had just gut…punched her。 Stars began to dance around the periphery of her vision； and she teetered backward； grabbing gear on the sled for balance。 Michael Tolland dropped Norah's tether and lunged to support Rachel； but he arrived too late。 Rachel fell backward； pulling a pile of equipment with her。 She and Tolland tumbled to the ice in a pile of electronic apparatus。
〃They're。。。 bullets。。。 ；〃 she gasped； the air momentarily crushed from her lungs。 〃Run！〃
50
The Washington MetroRail subway now leaving Federal Triangle station could not speed away from the White House fast enough for Gabrielle Ashe。 She sat rigid in a deserted corner of the train as darkened shapes tore past outside in a blur。 Marjorie Tench's big red envelope lay in Gabrielle's lap； pressing down like a ten…ton weight。
I've got to talk to Sexton！ she thought； the train accelerating now in the direction of Sexton's office building。 Immediately！
Now； in the dim； shifting light of the train； Gabrielle felt like she was enduring some kind of hallucinogenic drug trip。 Muted lights whipped by overhead like slow…motion discotheque strobes。 The ponderous tunnel rose on all sides like a deepening canyon。
Tell me this is not happening。
She gazed down at the envelope on her lap。 Unclasping the flap； she reached inside and pulled out one of the photos。 The internal lights of the train flickered for a moment； the harsh glare illuminating a shocking image…Sedgewick Sexton lying naked in his office； his gratified face turned perfectly toward the camera while Gabrielle's dark form lay nude beside him。
She shivered； rammed the photo back inside； and fumbled to reclasp the envelope。
It's over。
As soon as the train exited the tunnel and climbed onto the aboveground tracks near L'Enfant Plaza； Gabrielle dug out her cellphone and called the senator's private cellular number。 His voice mail answered。 Puzzled； she phoned the senator's office。 The secretary answered。
〃It's Gabrielle。 Is he in？〃
The secretary sounded peeved。 〃Where have you been？ He was looking for you。〃
〃I had a meeting that ran long。 I need to talk to him right away。〃
〃You'll have to wait till morning。 He's at Westbrooke。〃
Westbrooke Place Luxury Apartments was the building where Sexton kept his D。C。 residence。 〃He's not picking up his private line；〃 Gabrielle said。
〃He blocked off tonight as a P。E。；〃 the secretary reminded。 〃He left early。〃
Gabrielle scowled。 Personal Event。 In all the excitement； she'd forgotten Sexton had scheduled himself a night alone at home。 He was very particular about not being disturbed during his P。E。 blocks。 Bang on my door only if the building is on fire； he would say。 Other than that； it can wait until morning。 Gabrielle decided Sexton's building was definitely on fire。 〃I need you to reach him for me。〃
〃Impossible。〃
〃This is serious； I really…〃
〃No； I mean literally impossible。 He left his pager on my desk on his way out and told me he was not to be disturbed all night。 He was adamant。〃 She paused。 〃More so than usual。〃
Shit。 〃Okay； thanks。〃 Gabrielle hung up。
〃L'Enfant Plaza；〃 a recording announced in the subway car。 〃Connection all stations。〃
Closing her eyes； Gabrielle tried to clear her mind； but devastating images rushed in。。。 the lurid photos of herself and the senator。。。 the pile of documents alleging Sexton was taking bribes。 Gabrielle could still hear Tench's raspy demands。 Do the right thing。 Sign the affidavit。 Admit the affair。
As the train screeched into the station； Gabrielle forced herself to imagine what the senator would do if the photos hit the presses。 The first thing to pop in her mind both shocked and shamed her。
Sexton would lie。
Was this truly her first instinct regarding her candidate？
Yes。 He would lie。。。 brilliantly。
If these photos hit the media without Gabrielle's having admitted the affair； the senator would simply claim the photos were a cruel forgery。 This was the age of digital photo editing； anyone who had ever been on…line had seen the flawlessly retouched spoof photographs of celebrities' heads digitally melded onto other people's bodies； often those of porn stars engaged in lewd acts。 Gabrielle had already witnessed the senator's ability to look into a television camera and lie convincingly about their affair； she had no doubt he could persuade the world these photos were a lame attempt to derail his career。 Sexton would lash out with indignant outrage； perhaps even insinuate that the President himself had ordered the forgery。
No wonder the White House hasn't gone public。 The photos； Gabrielle realized； could backfire just like the initial drudge。 As vivid as the pictures seemed； they were totally inconclusive。
Gabrielle felt a sudden surge of hope。
The White House can't prove any of this is real！
Tench's powerplay on Gabrielle had been ruthless in its simplicity： Admit your affair or watch Sexton go to jail。 Suddenly it made perfect sense。 The White House needed Gabrielle to admit the affair； or the photos were worthless。 A sudden glimmer of confidence brightened her mood。
As the train sat idling and the doors slid open； another distant door seemed to open in Gabrielle's mind； revealing an abrupt and heartening possibility。
Maybe everything Tench told me about the bribery was a lie。
After all； what had Gabrielle really seen？ Yet again； nothing conclusive…some Xeroxed bank documents； a grainy photo of Sexton in a garage。 All of it potentially counterfeit。 Tench cunningly could have showed Gabrielle bogus financial records in the same sitting as the genuine sex photos； hoping Gabrielle would accept the entire package as true。 It was called 〃authentication by association；〃 and politicians used it all the time to sell dubious concepts。
Sexton is innocent； Gabrielle told herself。 The White House was desperate； and they had decided to take a wild gamble on scaring Gabrielle into going public about the affair。 They needed Gabrielle to desert Sexton publicly…scandalously。 Get out while you can； Tench had told her。 You have until eight o'clock tonight。 The ultimate pressure sales job。 All of it fits； she thought。
Except one thing。。。
The only confusing piece of the puzzle was that Tench had been sending Gabrielle anti…NASA e…mails。 This certainly suggested NASA really did want Sexton to solidify his anti…NASA stance so they could use it against hi