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Corky leaned fore to find out at her. entertain dont tell me your new theory is that NASA took a fossilized rock up in the space shuttle and sent it hurtling toward earth hoping nobody would account the fireball, the massive crater, or the explosion?Rachel had non thought of that, although it was an interesting premise. non feasible, but interesting all the same. Her thoughts were actually closer to home. All infixed atmospherical elements. Clean burn. Striations from racing by the air. A faint stir up had gone off in a distant corner of her mind. The ratios of the atmospheric elements you saw, she said. Were they exactly the same ratios you see on each other meteorite with a fusion crust?Corky seemed to hedge slightly at the question. wherefore do you ask?Rachel saw him hesitate and felt her pulse quicken. The ratios were off, werent they? thither is a scientific in theatrical role.Rachels heart was shortly pounding. Did you by any(prenominal) find out see an unusuall y utmost content of one element in particular?Tolland and Corky exchanged startled looks. Yes, Corky said, but-Was it ionized atomic number 1?The astrophysicists look morose to saucers. How could you possibly know thatTolland also looked utterly amazed.Rachel stared at them both. Why didnt anyone mention this to me?Because theres a perfectly sound scientific explanation Corky declared.Im all ears, Rachel said.There was surplus ionized hydrogen, Corky said, because the meteorite passed through the atmosphere near the North Pole, where the earths magnetic field causes an abnormally high concentration of hydrogen ions.Rachel frowned. Unfortunately, I have another explanation.87The quaternate floor of NASA headquarters was less im extortive than the lobby-long sterile corridors with office doorways as spaced along the walls. The corridor was deserted. Laminated signs pointed in all directions.LANDSAT 7TERRAACRIMSATJASON 1 cobalt bluePODSGabrielle followed the signs for PODS. Wind ing her way down a series of long corridors and intersections, she came to a set of heavy steel doors. The stencil readPolar Orbiting engrossment Scanner (PODS) Section Manager, Chris harpistThe doors were locked, secured both by key pecker and a PIN pad access. Gabrielle tramp her ear to the cold coat door. For a moment, she thought she heard talking. Arguing. Maybe not. She wondered if she should just bang on the door until someone inside let her in. Unfortunately, her plan for dealing with Chris harpist required a bit more subtlety than banging on doors. She looked around for another entrance but saw none. A tutelar alcove stood adjacent to the door, and Gabrielle stepped in, searching the dimly lit niche for a janitors key ring or key card. Nothing. Just brooms and mops.Returning to the door, she put her ear to the metal again. This time she definitely heard voices. Getting louder. And footsteps. The lock engaged from inside.Gabrielle had no time to hide as the metal door burst open. She jumped to the side, plastering herself against the wall behind the door as a group of people hurried through, talking loudly. They sounded angry.What the hell is Harpers problem? I thought hed be on cloud nineOn a night like tonight, another said as the group passed by, he wants to be alone? He should be celebratingAs the group locomote away from Gabrielle, the heavy door started swinging closed on pneumatic hinges, revealing her location. She remained rigid as the men continued down the hall. time lag as long as she possibly could, until the door was only inches from closing, Gabrielle lunged forward and caught the door handle with just inches to spare. She stood motionless as the men turned the corner down the hall, too engaged in their conversation to look back.Heart pounding, Gabrielle pulled open the door and stepped into the dimly lit res publica beyond. She lightly closed the door.The space was a wide open work area that reminded her of a college physics laboratoryoratory computers, work islands, electronic gear. As her eyes became accustomed to the darkness, Gabrielle could see blueprints and sheets of calculations scattered around. The entire area was dark unless for an office on the furthest side of the lab, where a light shone chthonian the door. Gabrielle walked over quietly. The door was closed, but through the window she could see a homophile sitting at a computer. She recognized the man from the NASA press conference. The nameplate on the door readChris Harper Section Manager, PODSHaving come this far, Gabrielle suddenly felt apprehensive, wondering if she could actually pull this off. She reminded herself how certain Sexton was that Chris Harper had lied. I would bet my campaign on it, Sexton had said. Apparently there were others who felt the same, others who were waiting for Gabrielle to uncover the truth so they could close in on NASA, attempting to gain even a tiny foothold later on tonights devastating development s. After the way Tench and the Herney administration had played Gabrielle this afternoon, she was overeager to help.Gabrielle raised her hand to knock on the door but paused, Yolandas voice running through her mind. If Chris Harper lied to the world nigh PODS, what makes you pretend hell tell YOU the truth?Fear, Gabrielle told herself, having almost fallen victim to it herself today. She had a plan. It compound a tactic shed seen the senator use on occasion to scare cultivation out of political opponents. Gabrielle had absorbed a lot under Sextons tutelage, and not all of it attractive or ethical. But tonight she needed every advantage. If she could persuade Chris Harper to admit he had lied-for whatever reason-Gabrielle would open a small door of opportunity for the senators campaign. Beyond that, Sexton was a man who, if given an inch to maneuver, could wriggle his way out of almost any jam.Gabrielles plan for dealing with Harper was something Sexton called overshooting-an in terrogation technique invented by the early Roman authorities to coax confessions from criminals they suspected were lying. The method was deceptively simpleAssert the information you want confessed.Then allege something far worse.The object was to give the opponent a chance to choose the lesser of two evils-in this case, the truth.The trick was exuding confidence, something Gabrielle was not feeling at the moment. Taking a deep breath, Gabrielle ran through the script in her mind, and then knocked firmly on the office door.I told you Im busy Harper called out, his English accent familiar.She knocked again. Louder.I told you Im not interested in coming downThis time she banged on the door with her fist.Chris Harper came over and yanked open the door. Bloody hell, do you- He stopped short, clearly surprised to see Gabrielle.Dr. Harper, she said, infusing her voice with intensity.How did you get up here?Gabrielles face was stern. Do you know who I am?Of course. Your oldtimer has been slamming my project for months. How did you get in?Senator Sexton sent me.Harpers eyes scanned the lab behind Gabrielle. Where is your staff escort?Thats not your concern. The senator has influential connections.In this make? Harper looked dubious.Youve been dishonest, Dr. Harper. And Im afraid the senator has called a special senatorial justice batting order to look into your lies.A pall crossed Harpers face. What are you talking about?