〃And you'll be doing this yourself。〃
〃As you can see； Mr。 President； the space inside the cocoon is somewhat restricted。 Yes； I will be working alone。〃
So nobody can see what you're really doing。
The president stepped back from the cocoon。 〃This is all very impressive； Dr。 Bauer。 Let's hope it works as advertised。〃
〃It will； Mr。 President。 At the very least； we know we can save one of those brave souls。〃
The president turned to the group。 〃I guess we're as ready as we'll ever be。〃
〃I remend we go to the observation bunker；〃 CIA director Bill Dodge suggested。 〃The shuttle is fifteen minutes out。 We can watch the touchdown on the monitors。〃
〃Has there been any contact with Dr。 Reed？〃 the president asked。
〃No； sir。 munications are still out。〃
〃What about that explosion？〃
〃I'm still waiting for more details； Mr。 President；〃 Marti Nesbitt replied。 〃But whatever it was； it didn't affect Discovery's flight path。〃
As the group followed the president to the entrance of the bunker； Castilla looked back。 〃Aren't you ing with us； Dr。 Bauer？〃
Bauer's expression was suitably grim。 〃Oh； no； Mr。 President。 My place is here。〃
Grabbing hold of the space acceleration system； Megan managed to pull herself up。 Her chest throbbed where Reed had hit her； and there was a shooting pain in her lower back where she'd fallen。
You're running out o f time。 Move！
Megan staggered to the sled chair。 She had no doubt that Reed would use Discovery's autodestruct system to vaporize all evidence of his diabolical handiwork。 That would be the only way to ensure his safety。 That was why he hadn't killed her before leaving the Spacelab。 Megan glanced at the sled chair and knew it was her only hope。
There was no munications equipment as such in the Spacelab。 But during medical tests； crew members had been wired not only into the recording instruments onboard Discovery but also to a munications feed that relayed the results directly to physicians at mission control。 Settling herself in the chair； Megan strapped down her ankles and one wrist。 With her free hand； she plugged a microphone jack into the munications unit on her suit。 As far as she knew； the feed sent back digital； not voice； data back to mission control。 But then again； no one had ever told her that voice munication was impossible。
Just let someone on the other end hear me； she prayed； and activated the sled's instrument panel。
〃RAID One to Looking Glass； e in。〃
The voice of the pilot in the lead manche crackled in Smith's headset。 A second later； he heard the Groome Lake tower's response。
〃RAID One； this is Looking Glass。 You are in restricted air space。 Immediate authorization is requested。〃
〃Authorization is Brass Hat；〃 the pilot replied calmly。 〃Repeat； Brass Hat。〃
Brass Hat was the Secret Service code name for the president。
〃RAID flight； this is Looking Glass；〃 the controller replied。 〃We have positive ID on you。 You are cleared to land on runway R twenty…seven； L left。〃
〃R twenty…seven L left； roger；〃 the pilot said。 〃Touchdown in two minutes。〃
〃Where's the shuttle？〃 Smith asked。
The pilot keyed into the NASA frequency。 〃Thirteen minutes out。〃
At mission control； Harry Landon was tracking the shuttle's progress through the atmosphere on a giant plotting board； where she appeared as a gently descending red dot。 In a few minutes； low altitude satellites would be able to transmit pictures。 As Discovery got closer； air force reconnaissance planes would roll their cameras。
〃Landon？〃
Landon glanced up at the mo tech。 〃What is it？〃
〃I'm not sure； sir；〃 the tech replied； obviously confused。 He handed Landon a printout。 〃This just came in。〃
Landon glanced at the sheet。 〃It's the medical feed from the sled chair。〃 He shook his head。 〃It must be a malfunction。 Reed is on the flight deck。 For the feed to be accurate would mean that someone else is in the sled chair。〃
〃Yes； sir；〃 the tech agreed。 He didn't have to be reminded that that someone would have to be alive。 〃But look at this。 The chair's instruments are on。 The heart monitor shows signs of activity… very faint； but activity nonetheless。〃
Landon slipped his reading glasses down his nose。 The tech was right： the heart monitor was registering a living organism。
〃What the hell？〃
〃Listen to this； sir；〃 the tech said。 〃It's the last few minutes of mo tape。 We kept it rolling even though。。。〃
Landon grabbed the headphones。 〃Play it for me！〃
Since the beginning of the emergency； Landon had listened to so many hours of transmission that he could tune out the hiss and crackle that filled his ears。 Behind the static he heard something； barely discernible but distinctly human。。。 a voice calling from the ethers。
〃This is。。。 Discovery。。。 Spacelab。。。 am alive。。。 Repeat； alive。。。 Help me。。。〃
Jack Riley and his RAID team began jumping out even before the manches' rotors wound down。 Smith glanced at the enormous hangars lined up like prehistoric turtles； their roofs painted dull brown to blend in with the desolate landscape。 To the south and west were mountain ranges； to the northeast； nothing but desert。 Even through the din of men and machinery； there was an eerie stillness to the base。
The team arranged their equipment in a flatbed truck that had pulled up； then jumped aboard for the short ride。 Smith and Riley followed in the Humvee。
The hangar's interior was partitioned to allow the team privacy… and； Smith suspected； to prevent them from seeing what else was stored there。 As Riley had promised； a mo console was up and running； manned by a young female officer。
〃Colonel；〃 she said。 〃You have flash traffic from Bluebird。〃
Smith was adjusting his headset when Klein came on。 〃What's your status； Jon？〃
〃We're getting into our Level Four suits right now。 How about the shuttle？〃
〃It'll be in the chamber by the time you get there。〃
〃Bauer？〃
〃Doesn't suspect a thing。 He's already suited up and ready to mate the cocoon with the shuttle。〃
Smith had seen the blueprints and photos of Bauer's creation； but he had never been inside it。
〃Jon； there's something you need to know… and hear；〃 Klein said。 〃A few minutes ago； Landon received munications from inside the Spacelab。 It was a distress signal。 We're running tests right now。 I don't want to raise your hopes； but the voice sounded like Megan's。〃
Sheer joy surged through Smith。 Yet at the same time； he was aware of the possibly deadly consequences of this development。
〃Has Landon told Reed about this？〃
〃Not that I know of。 munications are still down。 But I should have told Landon to keep quiet in case contact was reestablished。 Wait one。〃
Smith tried to rein in his clashing emotions。 The idea that Megan was alive brought him hope。 At the same time； if Reed somehow discovered this； he would still have a chance to kill her before he left the shuttle。
〃Jon？ It's all right。 Landon says the link is still down。 I confused the hell out of him by ordering him not to talk in case it es back up； but I have his word that he won't tell Reed a thing。〃
〃Anything on those voice tests？〃 Smith demanded。
〃So far they're inconclusive。〃
〃Can you play me the tape？〃
〃It's pretty scratched up。〃
Smith closed his eyes and listened。 After a few moments； he said； 〃That's her； sir。 Megan's alive。〃
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
〃Looking Glass； this is Eyeball。 Do you copy？〃
〃Eyeball； we read you five by five。 What do you see？〃
〃Discovery has just broken cloud cover。 Trim is good。 Angle of descent good。 Speed good。 She looks to make a pinpoint landing。〃
〃Roger that； Eyeball。 Maintain surveillance。 Looking Glass out。〃
The exchange between Eyeball； the lead air force chase plane that would escort the shuttle； and the control tower at Groome Lake was listened to intently by a number of people。
In the observation bunker； the president glanced briefly around the room。 All eyes were on the monitors that showed Discovery cutting through the air。 On another screen he saw Dr。 Karl Bauer about to leave the decontamination area； called the prep room。 The president took a deep breath。 Soon。。。 very soon。
Wearing a Level Four biohazard suit； Bauer entered the short corridor between the prep room and the massive； vaultlike door that would allow him to enter the cocoon。 Reaching it； he glanced up at the wall…mounted camera and nodded。 Slowly the door began to open； revealing a cavity cut into the concrete wall。 One end of the cocoon was attached to the wall of the cavity； the edges sealed to the concrete。 Bauer stepped into the cocoon and immediately the door began to close。
Ahead； he saw a long； blue…lighted tunnel。 When the door was firmly closed and locked； he walked along a rubber…padded runway。 The walls of the cocoon were constructed of heavy gauge； semitransparent plastic。 Looking through them； Bauer could see the vague outlines of the vast holding area； lit up by giant floodlights。 As he moved toward the cocoon's decontamination chamber； he heard a low rumble。 More light poured into the bunker as the runway ramp was lowered。
〃This is Bauer；〃 he said into his headset。 〃Do you copy？〃
〃We read you； sir；〃 a tech in the observation bunker replied。
〃Has t