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type next May。 We expect enormous press coverage。 The Nike Corporation just offered us seven million in sponsorship dollars to paint the Nike swoosh and 'Just do it！' on the side of the shuttle。 Pepsi offered us twice that for 'Pepsi： The choice of a new generation。' But according to federal law； if our shuttle displays advertising； we are prohibited from launching it！〃
〃That's right；〃 Senator Sexton said。 〃And if elected； I will work to abolish that antisponsorship legislation。 That is a promise。 Space should be open for advertising the way every square inch of earth is open to advertising。〃
Sexton gazed out now at his audience； his eyes locking in； his voice growing solemn。 〃We all need to be aware； however； that the biggest obstacle to privatization of NASA is not laws； but rather； it is public perception。 Most Americans still hold a romanticized view of the American space program。 They still believe NASA is a necessary government agency。〃
〃It's those goddamned Hollywood movies！〃 one man said。 〃How many NASA…saves…the…world…from…a…killer…asteroid movies can Hollywood make； for Christ's sake？ It's propaganda！〃
The plethora of NASA movies ing out of Hollywood； Sexton knew； was simply a matter of economics。 Following the wildly popular movie Top Gun…a Tom Cruise jet pilot blockbuster that played like a two…hour advertisement for the U。S。 Navy…NASA realized the true potential of Hollywood as a public relations powerhouse。 NASA quietly began offering film panies free filming access to all of NASA's dramatic facilities…launchpads； mission control； training facilities。 Producers； who were accustomed to paying enormous on…site licensing fees when they filmed anywhere else； jumped at the opportunity to save millions in budget costs by making NASA thrillers on 〃free〃 sets。 Of course； Hollywood only got access if NASA approved the script。
〃Public brainwashing；〃 a Hispanic grunted。 〃The movies aren't half as bad as the publicity stunts。 Sending a senior citizen into space？ And now NASA is planning an all…female shuttle crew？ All for publicity！〃
Sexton sighed； his tone turning tragic。 〃True； and I know I don't have to remind you what happened back in the eighties when the Department of Education was bankrupt and cited NASA as wasting millions that could be spent on education。 NASA devised a PR stunt to prove NASA was education…friendly。 They sent a public school teacher into space。〃 Sexton paused。 〃You all remember Christa McAuliffe。〃
The room fell silent。
〃Gentlemen；〃 Sexton said； stopping dramatically in front of the fire。 〃I believe it is time Americans understood the truth； for the good of all of our futures。 It's time Americans understand that NASA is not leading us skyward； but rather is stifling space exploration。 Space is no different than any other industry； and keeping the private sector grounded verges on a criminal act。 Consider the puter industry； in which we see such an explosion of progress that we can barely keep up from week to week！ Why？ Because the puter industry is a free…market system： It rewards efficiency and vision with profits。 Imagine if the puter industry were government…run？ We would still be in the dark ages。 We're stagnating in space。 We should put space exploration into the hands of the private sector where it belongs。 Americans would be stunned by the growth； jobs； and realized dreams。 I believe we should let the free…market system spur us to new heights in space。 If elected； I will make it my personal mission to unlock the doors to the final frontier and let them swing wide open。〃
Sexton lifted his snifter of cognac。
〃My friends； you came here tonight to decide if I am someone worthy of your trust。 I hope I am on the way to earning it。 In the same way it takes investors to build a pany； it takes investors to build a presidency。 In the same way corporate stockholders expect returns； you as political investors expect returns。 My message to you tonight is simple： Invest in me； and I will never forget you。 Ever。 Our missions are one and the same。〃
Sexton extended his glass toward them in a toast。
〃With your help； my friends； soon I will be in the White House。。。 and you will all be launching your dreams。〃
Only fifteen feet away； Gabrielle Ashe stood in the shadows； rigid。 From the den came the harmonious clink of crystal snifters and the crackle of the fire。
58
In a panic； the young NASA technician dashed through the habisphere。 Something terrible has happened！ He found Administrator Ekstrom alone near the press area。
〃Sir；〃 the technician gasped； running up。 〃There's been an accident！〃
Ekstrom turned； looking distant； as if his thoughts were already deeply troubled with other matters。 〃What did you say？ An accident？ Where？〃
〃In the extraction pit。 A body just floated up。 Dr。 Wailee Ming。〃
Ekstrom's face was blank。 〃Dr。 Ming？ But。。。 〃
〃We pulled him out； but it was too late。 He's dead。〃
〃For Christ's sake。 How long has he been in there？〃
〃We think about an hour。 It looks like he fell in； sank to the bottom； but when his body bloated； he floated up again。〃
Ekstrom's reddish skin turned crimson。 〃Goddamn it！ Who else knows about this？〃
〃Nobody； sir。 Only two of us。 We fished him out； but we thought we better tell you before…〃
〃You did the right thing。〃 Ekstrom exhaled a weighty sigh。 〃Stow Dr。 Ming's body immediately。 Say nothing。〃
The technician felt perplexed。 〃But； sir； I…〃
Ekstrom put a large hand on the man's shoulder。 〃Listen to me carefully。 This is a tragic accident； one I deeply regret。 Of course I will deal with it appropriately when the time es。 Now； however； is not the time。〃
〃You want me to hide his body？〃
Ekstrom's cold Nordic eyes bore down。 〃Think about it。 We could tell everyone； but what would that acplish？ We're about an hour off from this press conference。 Announcing that we've had a fatal accident would overshadow the discovery and have a devastating effect on morale。 Dr。 Ming made a careless mistake； I have no intention of making NASA pay for it。 These civilian scientists have taken enough of the spotlight without my letting one of their slipshod errors cast a shadow over our public moment of glory。 Dr。 Ming's accident remains a secret until after the press conference。 Do you understand？〃
The man nodded； pale。 〃I'll stow his body。〃
59
Michael Tolland had been at sea enough times to know the ocean took victims without remorse or hesitation。 As he lay in exhaustion on the expansive sheet of ice； he could just make out the ghostly outline of the towering Milne Ice Shelf receding in the distance。 He knew the powerful Arctic current flowing off the Elizabethan Islands spiraled in an enormous loop around the polar ice cap and would eventually skirt land in northern Russia。 Not that it mattered。 That would be months from now。
We've got maybe thirty minutes。。。 forty…five at the most。
Without the protective insulation of their gel…filled suits； Tolland knew they would be dead already。 Thankfully； the Mark IXs had kept them dry…the most critical aspect of surviving cold weather。 The thermal gel around their bodies had not only cushioned their fall； but it was now helping their bodies retain what little heat they had left。
Soon hypothermia would set in。 It would start with a vague numbness in limbs as the blood retreated to the body's core to protect the critical internal organs。 Delirious hallucinations would e next； as the pulse and respiration slowed； cheating the brain of oxygen。 Then； the body would make a final effort to conserve its remaining heat by shutting down all operations except the heart and respiration。 Unconsciousness would follow。 In the end； heart and respiration centers in the brain would stop functioning altogether。
Tolland turned his gaze toward Rachel； wishing he could do something to save her。
The numbness spreading through Rachel Sexton's body was less painful than she would have imagined。 Almost a wele anesthetic。 Nature's morphine。 She had lost her goggles in the collapse； and she could barely open her eyes against the cold。
She could see Tolland and Corky on the ice nearby。 Tolland was looking at her； eyes filled with regret。 Corky was moving but obviously in pain。 His right cheekbone was smashed and bloody。
Rachel's body trembled wildly as her mind searched for answers。 Who？ Why？ Her thoughts were muddled by a growing heaviness inside her。 Nothing was making sense。 She felt like her body was slowly shutting down； lulled by an invisible force pulling her to sleep。 She fought it。 A fiery anger ignited within her now； and she tried to fan the flames。
They tried to kill us！ She peered out at the threatening sea and sensed their attackers had succeeded。 We're already dead。 Even now； knowing she would probably not live to learn the whole truth about the deadly game being played out on the Milne Ice Shelf； Rachel suspected she already knew who to blame。
Administrator Ekstrom had the most to gain。 He was the one who sent them out on the ice。 He had ties to the Pentagon and Special Ops。 But what did Ekstrom have to gain by inserting the meteorite beneath the ice？ What did anyone have to gain？
Rachel flashed on Zach Herney； wondering if the President was a coconspirator or an unknowing pawn？ Herney knows nothing。 He's innocent。 The President obviously had been duped by NASA。 Now Herney was only about an hour away from making NASA's announcement。 And he would do so armed with a video documentary containing endorsements from four civilian scientists。
Four dead civilian scientists。
Rachel could do nothing to stop the press conference now； but she vowed that whoever was responsible for this attack would not get away with it。
Summoning her strength； Rachel tried to sit up。 Her limbs felt like granite； all her joints screaming in pain as she bent her legs and arms。 Slowly； she pulled herself to her knees； steadying herself on the flat ice。 Her head spun。 All around her the ocean churned。 Tolland lay nearby； gazing up at her with inquisitive eyes。 Rachel sensed he probably thought she was kneeling in prayer。 She was not； of course； although prayer probably had as good a chance of saving them as what she was about to attempt。
Rachel's right hand fumbled across her waist and found the ice ax still bungeed to her belt。 Her stiff fingers gripped the handle。 She inverted the ax； positioning it like an upside down T。 Then； with all her energy； she drove the butt downward into the ice。 Thud。 Again。 Thud。 The blood felt like cold molasses in her veins。 Thud。 Tolland looked on in obvious confusion。 Rachel drove the ax down again。 Thud。
Tolland tried to lift himself onto his elbow。 〃Ra。。。 chel？〃
She did not answer。 She needed all her energy。 Thud。 Thud。
〃I don't think。。。 ；〃 Tolland said； 〃this far north。。。 that the SAA。。。 could hear。。。 〃
Rachel turned； surprised。 She had forgotten Tolland was an oceanographer and might have some idea what she was up to。 Right idea。。。 but I'm not calling the SAA。
She kept pounding。
The SAA stood for a Suboceanic Acoustic Array； a relic of the Cold War now used by oceanographers worldwide to listen for whales。 Because underwater sounds carried for hundreds of miles； the SAA network of fifty…nine underwater microphones around the world could listen to a surprisingly large percentage of the planet's oceans。 Unfortunately； this remote section of the Arctic was not part of that percentage； but Rachel knew there were others out there listening to the ocean floor…others that few on earth knew existed。 She kept pounding。 Her message was simple and clear。
THUD。 THUD。 THUD。
THUD。。。 THUD。。。 THUD。。。
THUD。 THUD。 THUD。
Rachel had no delusions that her actions would save their lives； she could already feel a frosty tightness gripping her body。 She doubted she had a half hour of life left in her。 Rescue was beyond the realm of possibility now。 But this was not about rescue。
THUD。 THUD。 THUD。
THUD。。。 THUD。。。 THUD。。。
THUD。 THUD。 THUD。
〃There's。。。 no time。。。 〃 Tolland said。
It's not。。。 about us； she thought。 It's about the information in my pocket。 Rachel pictured the incriminating GPR printout inside the Velcro pocket of her Mark IX suit。 I need to get the GPR printout into the hands of the NRO。。。