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Despite the late bit, Gabrielle was non at all strike to see the twists foyer filling with people, an apparent convergence of excited media cabals and point more excited NASA personnel. Gabrielle hurried inside. The entryway resembled a museum, dominated dramatically by full-size replicas of famous mission capsules and satellites suspended over oral sex. Television crews were staking claims on the expansive marble floor, seizing wide-eyed NASA employees who came through the door.Gabrielle scanned the crowd, but did not see anyone who looked ilk PODS mission director Chris harper. Half the people in the lobby had press passes and half had NASA photo IDs around their necks. Gabrielle had neither. She spotted a early wo small-arm with a NASA ID and hurried over to her.Hi. Im looking for Chris Harper?The wo hu man motley eyed Gabrielle strangely, as if she recognized her from aboutwhere and couldnt quite lieu it. I axiom Dr. Harper go through a speckle ago. I think he headed upstairs. Do I k instantaneously you?I dont think so, Gabrielle said, turning away. How do I get upstairs?Do you work for NASA?No, I dont.Then you cant get upstairs.Oh. Is there a scream I might use to-Hey, the woman said, looking suddenly angry. I know who you are. Ive seen you on television with Senator sacristan. I cant believe you would gain the nerve-Gabrielle was already gone, disappearing into the crowd. Behind her, she could hear the woman angrily telling others Gabrielle was here.Terrific. ii seconds through the door, and Im already on the Most Wanted List.Gabrielle kept her head down as she hurried to the far side of the lobby. A building directory was mounted on the wall. She scanned the magnetic inclinationings, looking for Chris Harper. Nothing. The directory showed no names at all. It was pose by department.PODS? she wondered, scanning the list for anything that had to do with the Polar Orbiting Density Scanner. She proverb nothing. She was afraid to glance over her shoulder, half expecting to see a crew of angry NASA employees coming to stone her. All she saw on the list that looked even remotely promising was on the fourth floor body politic SCIENCE ENTERPRISE, PHASE II Earth Observing System (EOS) care her head turned away from the crowd, Gabrielle made her way toward an alcove that housed a bank of elevators and a water fountain. She searched for the elevator call buttons, but saw only slits. Damn. The elevators were security controlled-key badger ID access for employees only.A group of young men came hurrying toward the elevators, talking exuberantly. They wore NASA photo IDs around their necks. Gabrielle quickly bent grass over the fountain, watching behind her. A pimple-faced man inserted his ID into the slot and loose the elevator. He was laughing, shaking his head in amazement.The guys in SETI must(prenominal) be going nuts he said as e rattlingone boarded the elevator. Their horn carts traced project fields nether two hundred milliJanskys for twenty years, and the physical evidence was buried in the ice here on earth the hale timeThe elevator doors closed, and the men disappeared.Gabrielle stood up, wiping her mouth, wondering what to do. She looked around for an interoffice phone. Nothing. She wondered if she could somehow bargain a key card, but something told her that was probably unwise. Whatever she did, she knew she had to do it fast. She could now see the woman shed first spoken to out in the lobby, go through the crowd with a NASA security officer.A trim, bald man came around the corner, hustling toward the elevators. Gabrielle again bent over the fountain. The man did not appear to notice her. Gabrielle watched in silence as the man leaned forward and inserted his ID card into the slit. Another set of elevator doors slid open, and the man stepped on.Screw it, Gabrielle approximation, making up her mind. Now or never.As the elevator slid closed, Gabrielle spun from the fountain and ran ove r, sticking her pay out and catching the door. The doors bounced back open, and she stepped in, her face bright with excitement. You ever seen it like this? she gushed to the startled bald man. My God. Its crazyThe man gave her an odd look.The guys at SETI must be going nuts Gabrielle said. Their horn carts traced drift fields under two hundred milliJanskys for twenty years, and the physical proof was buried in the ice here on earth the whole timeThe man looked surprised. Well yes, its quite He glanced at her neck, apparently troubled not to see an ID. Im sorry, do you-Fourth floor please. Came in such a hurry I barely remembered to put on my underwear She laughed, thievery a quick look at the guys ID JAMES THEISEN, Finance Administration.Do you work here? The man looked uncomfortable. Miss?Gabrielle let her mouth boil down slack. Jim Im hurt Nothing like making a woman odour unmemorableThe man went pale for a moment, looking uneasy, and running an embarrassed hand across his h ead. Im sorry. All this excitement, you know. I admit, you do look very familiar. What program are you working on?Shit. Gabrielle flashed a confident smile. EOS.The man pointed to the illuminated fourth floor button. Obviously. I mean specifically, which project?Gabrielle matte her pulse quicken. She could only think of one. PODS.The man looked surprised. Really? I thought Id met everyone on Dr. Harpers team.She gave an embarrassed nod. Chris keeps me hidden away. Im the idiot programmer who screwed up voxel index number on the anomaly software.Now it was the bald man whose jaw dropped. That was you?Gabrielle frowned. I feelnt slept in weeks.But Dr. Harper took all the heat for thatI know. Chris is that kind of guy. At least he got it straightened out. What an announcement tonight, though, isnt it? This meteorite. Im just in seismic disturbanceThe elevator stopped on the fourth floor. Gabrielle jumped out. Great seeing you, Jim. urinate my best to the boys in budgetingSure, the man stammered as the doors slid shut. Nice seeing you again.84Zach Herney, like most presidents before him, survived on four or five-spot hours of sleep a night. Over the last few weeks, however, he had survived on far less. As the excitement of the evenings events slowly began to ebb, Herney felt the late hour settling in his limbs.He and some of his upper level module were in the Roosevelt Room enjoying celebratory champagne and watching the endless spiral of press conference replays, Tolland documentary excerpts, and pundit recaps on network television. On-screen at the moment, an exuberant network correspondent stood in front of the White hearth gripping her microphone.Beyond the mind-numbing repercussions for mankind as a species, she announced, this NASA discovery has some harsh political repercussions here in Washington. The unearthing of these meteoric fossils could not have come at a better time for the embattled President. Her example grew somber. Nor at a worse time for Senator Sexton. The broadcast cut to a replay of the now infamous CNN debate from earlier in the day. by and by thirty-five years, Sexton declared, I think its pretty obvious were not going to find extraterrestrial lifeAnd if youre wrong? Marjorie Tench replied.Sexton rolled his eyes. Oh, for heavens sake, Ms. Tench, if Im wrong Ill eat my hat.Everyone in the Roosevelt Room laughed. Tenchs cornering of the senator could have played as cruel and heavy-handed in retrospect, and yet viewing audience didnt seem to notice the haughty tone of the senators response was so complacent that Sexton appeared to be getting exactly what he deserved.