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sexton hung up, looking pleased with himself.New Sexton rooter? Gabrielle asked.Theyre multiplying, he said. This guys a heavier-than-air hitter.Must be. Meeting him in your flatbed? Sexton usually defended the sanctified privacy of his apart workforcet the like a lion protecting its only remaining hiding place.Sexton shrugged. Yeah. persuasion Id give him the personal touch. This guy might have some bow come out of the closet in the station stretch. Got to keep making those personal connections, you know. Its all rough trust.Gabrielle nodded, pulling out Sextons daily planner. You want me to put him in your calendar?No need. Id planned to take a dark at home anyway.Gabrielle found to darks page and not trashd it was already shaded out in Sextons hired man with the bold letters P.E.-Sexton shorthand for either personal tear downt, private evening, or piss- send off everyone nobody was quite sure which. From time to time, the senator scheduled himself a P.E. night so he c ould hole up in his apartment, take his phones off the hook, and do what he enjoyed most-sip brandy with old cronies and pretend hed forgotten about regime for the evening.Gabrielle gave him a surprised look. So youre actually letting business get in on prescheduled P.E. time? Im impressed.This guy happened to catch me on a night when Ive got some time. Ill talk to him for a little plot of land. See what he has to say.Gabrielle treasured to ask who this mystery caller was, but Sexton clearly was universe intentionally vague. Gabrielle had learned when not to pry.As they turned off the beltway and headed c everyplaceing toward Sextons office building, Gabrielle glanced down again at the P.E. time blocked out in Sextons planner and had the strange sensation Sexton knew this call was coming.27The ice at the center of the NASA habisphere was dominated by an eighteen-foot tripod structure of abstruse scaffolding, which looked like a cross between an oil rig and an clumsy model of the Eiffel Tower. Rachel studied the device, unable to fathom how it could be used to put forward the enormous meteorite.Beneath the tower, several(prenominal) winches had been screwed into steel plates affixed to the ice with heavy bolts. Threaded through the winches, iron cables banked upward over a serial publication of pulleys atop the tower. From there, the cables plunged vertically downward into narrow bore holes drill in the ice. Several large NASA men besidesk turns tightening the winches. With from each one new tightening, the cables slithered a few inches upward through the bore holes, as if the men were aerodynamic lift an anchor.Im clearly missing something, Rachel thought, as she and the others moved closer to the extraction site. The men knowmed to be hoisting the meteorite directly through the ice.EVEN TENSION DAMN IT a womans voice screamed nearby, with all the grace of a chain saw.Rachel looked over to see a small woman in a bright jaundiced blowsuit smeared with grease. She had her cover song to Rachel, but even so, Rachel had no trouble guessing that she was in charge of this operation. Making notations on a clipboard, the woman stalked back and forth like a disgusted drillmaster.Dont tell me you ladies are jadeCorky called out, Hey, Norah, quit bossing those poor NASA boys and come flirt with me.The woman did not even turn around. Is that you, Marlinson? Id know that weenie little voice anywhere. tote up back when you reach puberty.Corky turned to Rachel. Norah keeps us warm with her charm.I heard that, space boy, Dr. Mangor fired back, still making notes. And if youre checking out my ass, these snow pants add thirty pounds.No worries, Corky called. Its not your woolly-mammoth female genital organ that drives me wild, its your winning personality.Bite me.Corky laughed again. I have great news, Norah. Looks like youre not the only woman the President recruited.No shit. He recruited you.Tolland took over. Norah? vex you got a min ute to meet someone?At the sound of Tollands voice, Norah in a flash stopped what she was doing and turned around. Her hardened demeanor dissolved instantly. Mike She pelt along over, transfering. Havent seen you in a few hours.Ive been editing the documentary.Hows my segment?You look intense and lovely.He used special effects, Corky said.Norah ignored the remark, glancing now at Rachel with a polite but standoffish smile. She looked back at Tolland. I hope youre not cheating on me, Mike.Tollands rugged face color slightly as he made introductions. Norah, Id like you to meet Rachel Sexton. Ms. Sexton works in the intelligence community and is here at the gather up of the President. Her father is Senator Sedgewick Sexton.The introduction brought a confused look to Norahs face. I wont even pretend to understand that one. Norah did not remove her gloves as she gave Rachels hand a half-hearted shake. Welcome to the top of the world.Rachel smiled. Thanks. She was surprised to see t hat Norah Mangor, despite the toughness of her voice, had a pleasant and impish countenance. Her pixie haircut was brown with streaks of gray, and her eyes were keen and sharp-two ice crystals. There was a steely confidence about her that Rachel liked.Norah, Tolland said. Have you got a minute to share what youre doing with Rachel?Norah arched her eyebrows. You two on a first-name butt already? My, my.Corky groaned. I told you, Mike.Norah Mangor showed Rachel around the base of the tower while Tolland and the others trailed behind, talking among themselves.See those boreholes in the ice under the tripod? Norah asked, pointing, her initial put-out savor softening now to one of rapt fervor for her work.Rachel nodded, gazing down at the holes in the ice. Each was about a foot in diam and had a steel cable inserted into it.Those holes are left over from when we drilled core samples and took X rays of the meteorite. Now were using them as entry points to disdain heavy-duty screw eyes down the empty shafts and screw them into the meteorite. by and by that, we dropped a couple hundred feet of braided cable down each hole, snagged the screw eyes with industrial hooks, and now were simply winching it up. Its taking these ladies several hours to get it to the surface, but its coming.Im not sure I follow, Rachel said. The meteorite is under thousands of hemorrhoid of ice. How are you lifting it?Norah pointed to the top of the scaffolding where a narrow beam of old red light shone vertically downward toward the ice beneath the tripod. Rachel had seen it prior and assumed it was simply some sort of visual indicator-a pointer demarking the second where the object was buried.Thats a gallium arsenide semiconductor laser, Norah said.Rachel looked more closely at the beam of light and now saw that it had actually melted a tiny hole in the ice and shone down into the depths.Very alive beam, Norah said. Were heating the meteorite as we lift.When Rachel grasped the simple brilliance of the womans plan, she was impressed. Norah had simply aimed the laser beam downward, melting through the ice until the beam hit the meteorite. The stone, being too dense to be melted by a laser, began absorbing the lasers heat, in conclusion getting warm enough to melt the ice around it. As the NASA men hoisted the hot meteorite, the heated rock, combined with the upward pressure, melted the meet ice, clearing a pathway to raise it to the surface. The melt water accumulating over the meteorite simply seeped back down around the edges of the stone to refill the shaft.