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The silence clearly did not sit well with the President。 〃For Christ's sake； Larry； tell me this isn't true！〃
Ekstrom's mouth went dry。 〃The meteorite was found； Mr。 President。 That is all that's relevant here。〃
〃I said tell me this is not true！〃
The hush swelled to a dull roar in Ekstrom's ears。 I had to tell him； Ekstrom told himself。 It's going to get worse before it gets better。 〃Mr。 President； the PODS failure was killing you in the polls； sir。 When we intercepted a radio transmission that mentioned a large meteorite lodged in the ice； we saw a chance to get back in the fight。〃
Herney sounded stunned。 〃By faking a PODS discovery？〃
〃PODS was going to be up and running soon； but not soon enough for the election。 The polls were slipping； and Sexton was slamming NASA； so。。。 〃
〃Are you insane！ You lied to me； Larry！〃
〃The opportunity was staring us in the face； sir。 I decided to take it。 We intercepted the radio transmission of the Canadian who made the meteorite discovery。 He died in a storm。 Nobody else knew the meteorite was there。 PODS was orbiting in the area。 NASA needed a victory。 We had the coordinates。〃
〃Why are you telling me this now？〃
〃I thought you should know。〃
〃Do you know what Sexton would do with this information if he found out？〃
Ekstrom preferred not to think about it。
〃He'd tell the world that NASA and the White House lied to the American people！ And you know what； he'd be right！〃
〃You did not lie； sir； I did。 And I will step down if…〃
〃Larry； you're missing the point。 I've tried to run this presidency on truth and decency！ Goddamn it！ Tonight was clean。 Dignified。 Now I find out I lied to the world？〃
〃Only a small lie； sir。〃
〃There's no such thing； Larry；〃 Herney said； steaming。
Ekstrom felt the tiny room closing in around him。 There was so much more to tell the President； but Ekstrom could see it should wait until morning。 〃I'm sorry to have woken you； sir。 I just thought you should know。〃
Across town； Sedgewick Sexton took another hit of cognac and paced his apartment with rising irritation。
Where the hell is Gabrielle？
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Gabrielle Ashe sat in the darkness at Senator Sexton's desk and gave his puter a despondent scowl。
INVALID PASSWORD…ACCESS DENIED
She had tried several other passwords that seemed likely possibilities； but none had worked。 After searching the office for any unlocked drawers or stray clues； Gabrielle had all but given up。 She was about to leave when she spotted something odd； shimmering on Sexton's desk calendar。 Someone had outlined the date of the election in a red； white； and blue glitter pen。 Certainly not the senator。 Gabrielle pulled the calendar closer。 Emblazoned across the date was a frilly； glittering exclamation： POTUS！
Sexton's ebullient secretary had apparently glitterpainted some more positive thinking for him for election day。 The acronym POTUS was the U。S。 Secret Service's code name for President of the United States。 On election day； if all went well； Sexton would bee the new POTUS。
Preparing to leave； Gabrielle realigned the calendar on his desk and stood up。 She paused suddenly； glancing back at the puter screen。
ENTER PASSWORD：
She looked again at the calendar。
POTUS。
She felt a sudden surge of hope。 Something about POTUS struck Gabrielle as being a perfect Sexton password。 Simple； positive； self…referential。
She quickly typed in the letters。
POTUS
Holding her breath； she hit 〃return。〃 The puter beeped。
INVALID PASSWORD…ACCESS DENIED
Slumping； Gabrielle gave up。 She headed back toward the bathroom door to exit the way she had e。 She was halfway across the room； when her cellphone rang。 She was already on edge； and the sound startled her。 Stopping short； she pulled out her phone and glanced up to check the time on Sexton's prized Jourdain grandfather clock。 Almost 4：00 A。M。 At this hour； Gabrielle knew the caller could only be Sexton。 He was obviously wondering where the hell she was。 Do I pick up or let it ring？ If she answered； Gabrielle would have to lie。 But if she didn't； Sexton would get suspicious。
She took the call。 〃Hello？〃
〃Gabrielle？〃 Sexton sounded impatient。 〃What's keeping you？〃
〃The FDR Memorial；〃 Gabrielle said。 〃The taxi got hemmed in； and now we're…〃
〃You don't sound like you're in a taxi。〃
〃No；〃 she said； her blood pumping now。 〃I'm not。 I decided to stop by my office and pick up some NASA documents that might be relevant to PODS。 I'm having some trouble finding them。〃
〃Well； hurry up。 I want to schedule a press conference for the morning； and we need to talk specifics。〃
〃I'm ing soon；〃 she said。
There was a pause on the line。 〃You're in your office？〃 He sounded suddenly confused。
〃Yeah。 Another ten minutes and I'll be on my way over。〃
Another pause。 〃Okay。 I'll see you soon。〃
Gabrielle hung up； too preoccupied to notice the loud and distinctive triple…tick of Sexton's prized Jourdain grandfather clock only a few feet away。
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Michael Tolland did not realize Rachel was hurt until he saw the blood on her arm as he pulled her to cover behind the Triton。 He sensed from the catatonic look on her face that she was not aware of any pain。 Steadying her； Tolland wheeled to find Corky。 The astrophysicist scrambled across the deck to join them； his eyes blank with terror。
We've got to find cover； Tolland thought； the horror of what had just happened not yet fully registering。 Instinctively； his eyes raced up the tiers of decks above them。 The stairs leading up to the bridge were all in the open； and the bridge itself was a glass box…a transparent bull's…eye from the air。 Going up was suicide； which left only one other direction to go。
For a fleeting instant； Tolland turned a hopeful gaze to the Triton submersible； wondering perhaps if he could get everyone underwater； away from the bullets。
Absurd。 The Triton had room for one person； and the deployment winch took a good ten minutes to lower the sub through the trap door in the deck to the ocean thirty feet below。 Besides； without properly charged batteries and pressors； the Triton would be dead in the water。
〃Here they e！〃 Corky shouted； his voice shrill with fear as he pointed into the sky。
Tolland didn't even look up。 He pointed to a nearby bulkhead； where an aluminum ramp descended belowdecks。 Corky apparently needed no encouragement。 Keeping his head low； Corky scurried toward the opening and disappeared down the incline。 Tolland put a firm arm around Rachel's waist and followed。 The two of them disappeared belowdecks just as the helicopter returned； spraying bullets overhead。
Tolland helped Rachel down the grated ramp to the suspended platform at the bottom。 As they arrived； Tolland could feel Rachel's body go suddenly rigid。 He wheeled； fearing maybe she'd been hit by a ricocheting bullet。
When he saw her face； he knew it was something else。 Tolland followed her petrified gaze downward and immediately understood。
Rachel stood motionless； her legs refusing to move。 She was staring down at the bizarre world beneath her。
Because of its SWATH design； the Goya had no hull but rather struts like a giant catamaran。 They had just descended through the deck onto a grated catwalk that hung above an open chasm； thirty feet straight down to the raging sea。 The noise was deafening here； reverberating off the underside of the deck。 Adding to Rachel's terror was the fact that the ship's underwater spotlights were still illuminated； casting a greenish effulgence deep into the ocean directly beneath her。 She found herself gazing down at six or seven ghostly silhouettes in the water。 Enormous hammerhead sharks； their long shadows swimming in place against the current…rubbery bodies flexing back and forth。
Tolland's voice was in her ear。 〃Rachel； you're okay。 Eyes straight ahead。 I'm right behind you。〃 His hands were reaching around from behind； gently trying to coax her clenched fists off the banister。 It was then that Rachel saw the crimson droplet of blood roll off her arm and fall through the grating。 Her eyes followed the drip as it plummeted toward the sea。 Although she never saw it hit the water； she knew the instant it happened because all at once the hammerheads spun in unison； thrusting with their powerful tails； crashing together in a roiling frenzy of teeth and fins。
Enhanced telencephalon olfactory lobes。。。
They smell blood a mile away。
〃Eyes straight ahead；〃 Tolland repeated； his voice strong and reassuring。 〃I'm right behind you。〃
Rachel felt his hands on her hips now； urging her forward。 Blocking out the void beneath her； Rachel started down the catwalk。 Somewhere above she could hear the rotors of the chopper again。 Corky was already well out in front of them； reeling across the catwalk in a kind of drunken panic。
Tolland called out to him。 〃All the way to the far strut； Corky！ Down the stairs！〃
Rachel could now see where they were headed。 Up ahead； a series of switchback ramps descended。 At water level； a narrow； shelflike deck extended the length of the Goya。 Jutting off this deck were several small； suspended docks； creating a kind of miniature marina stationed beneath the ship。 A large sign read：
DIVE AREA
Swimmers May Surface without Warning
…Boats Proceed with Caution…
Rachel could only assume Michael did not intend for them to do any swimming。 Her trepidation intensified when Tolland stopped at a bank of wire…mesh storage lockers flanking the catwalk。 He pulled open the doors to reveal hanging wetsuits； snorkels； flippers； life jackets； and spearguns。 Before she could protest； he reached in and grabbed a flare gun。 〃Let's go。〃
They were moving again。
Up ahead； Corky had reached the switchback ramps and was already halfway down。 〃I see it！〃 he shouted； his voice sounding almost joyous over the raging water。
See what？ Rachel wondered as Corky ran along the narrow walkway。 All she could see was a shark…infested ocean lapping dangerously close。 Tolland urged her forward； and suddenly Rachel could see what Corky was so excited about。 At the far end of the decking below； a small powerboat was moored。 Corky ran toward it。
Rachel stared。 Outrun a helicopter in a motorboat？
〃It has a radio；〃 Tolland said。 〃And if we can get far enough away from the helicopter's jamming。。。 〃
Rachel did not hear another word he said。 She had just spied something that made her blood run cold。 〃Too late；〃 she croaked； extending a trembling finger。 We're finished。。。
When Tolland turned； he knew in an instant it was over。
At the far end of the ship； like a dragon peering into the opening of a cave； the black helicopter had dropped down low and was facing them。 For an instant； Tolland thought it was going to fly directly at them through the center of the boat。 But the helicopter began to turn at an angle； taking aim。
Tolland followed the direction of the gun barrels。 No！
Crouched beside the powerboat untying the moorings； Corky glanced up just as the machine guns beneath the chopper erupted in a blaze of thunder。 Corky lurched as if hit。 Wildly； he scrambled over the gunwale and dove into the boat； sprawled himself on the floor for cover。 The guns stopped。 Tolland could see Corky crawling deeper into the powerboat。 The lower part of his right leg was covered with blood。 Crouched below the dash； Corky reached up and fumbled across the controls until his fingers found the key。 The boat's 250 hp Mercury engine roared to life。
An instant later； a red laser beam appeared； emanating from the nose of the hovering chopper； targeting the powerboat with a missile。
Tolland reacted on instinct； aiming the only weapon he had。
The flare gun in his hand hissed when he pulled the trigger； and a blinding streak tore away on a horizontal trajectory beneath the ship； heading directly toward the chopper。 Even so； Tolland sensed he had acted too late。 As the streaking flare bore down on the helicopter's windshield； the rocket launcher beneath the chopper emitted its own flash of light。 At the same exact instant that the missile launched； the aircraft veered sharply and pulled up out of sight to avoid the ining flare。
〃Look out！〃 Tolland yelled； yanking Rachel down onto the catwalk。
The missile saile