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Sunday, February 24, 2019

Deception Point Page 100

I tried to help him, Pickering told himself, recalling all the damaging evidence he had sent Marjorie tench. Unfortunately, Herney had forbidden its use, leaving Pickering no choice but to direct drastic measures.Rachel, Pickering said, the information you just facsimile motorcared sour this ship is dangerous. You must allow a line that. If it gets out, the White House and NASA depart look complicit. The concealmentlash against the President and NASA will be enormous. The President and NASA k right off nonhing, Rachel. They are innocent. They believe the meteorite is authentic.Pickering had not withal tried to bring Herney or Ekstrom into the fold because both were far excessively idealistic to have agreed to any deceit, regardless of its potential to render the presidency or space agency. Administrator Ekstroms only crime had been persuading the PODS guardianship supervisor to lie about the anomaly software, a move Ekstrom no doubt regretted the moment he realized how sc rutinized this particular meteorite would become.Marjorie Tench, frustrated by Herneys insistence on fighting a clean campaign, conspired with Ekstrom on the PODS lie, hoping a small PODS success might help the President fend off the rising sacristan tide.If Tench had used the photos and bribery data I gave her, none of this would have happenedTenchs murder, though deeply regrettable, had been destined as soon as Rachel called Tench and do accusations of mockery. Pickering knew Tench would investigate ruthlessly until she got to the nates of Rachels motives for the outrageous claims, and this was one investigation Pickering obviously could never let happen. Ironically, Tench would serve her president best in death, her violent end fortune cement a sympathy vote for the White House as well as cast vague suspicions of foul play on a desperate Sexton campaign which had been so publicly modest by Marjorie Tench on CNN.Rachel s in any cased her ground, glaring at her boss.Understand , Pickering said, if news of this meteorite fraud gets out, you will destroy an innocent president and an innocent space agency. You will also put a very dangerous man in the Oval Office. I need to know where you faxed the data.As he stave those words, a strange look came across Rachels face. It was the pained expression of aversion of someone who had just realized they may have made a grave mistake.Having circled the bow and come back down the port side, Delta-One now stood in the hydrolab from which he had nattern Rachel emerge as the chopper had flown in. A calculating motorcar in the lab displayed an unsettling image-a polychromatic rendering of the pulsating, deepwater vortex that was apparently h everyplaceing over the ocean floor somewhere beneath the Goya.Another reason to get the hell out of here, he thought, moving now toward his target.The fax machine was on a counter on the far side of the wall. The tray was fill with a stack of papers, exactly as Pickering had gues sed it would be. Delta-One picked up the stack. A brand from Rachel was on top. Only two lines. He read it.To the point, he thought.As he flipped through the pages, he was both astounded and dismayed by the extent to which Tolland and Rachel had uncovered the meteorite deception. Whoever saw these printouts would have no doubt what they meant. Fortunately, Delta-One would not even need to hit redial to find out where the printouts had gone. The last fax number was mollify displayed in the LCD window.A Washington, D.C., prefix.He carefully copied the fax number down, grabbed all the papers, and exited the lab.Tollands hands mat sweaty on the machine gun as he gripped it, aiming the muzzle at William Pickerings chest. The NRO director was still pressuring Rachel to tell him where the data had been sent, and Tolland was starting to get the uneasy feeling that Pickering was entirely trying to buy time. For what?The White House and NASA are innocent, Pickering repeated. Work with m e. Dont let my mistakes destroy what illuminatetle credibility NASA has left. NASA will look guilty if this gets out. You and I can come to an arrangement. The country needs this meteorite. Tell me where you faxed the data forrader its too late.So you can kill someone else? Rachel said. You make me sick.Tolland was amazed with Rachels fortitude. She despised her father, but she clearly had no markion of putting the senator in any danger whatsoever. Unfortunately, Rachels plan to fax her father for help had backfired. even out if the senator came into his chest of drawers, saw the fax, and called the President with news of the meteorite fraud and told him to call off the attack, zippo at the White House would have any idea what Sexton was talking about, or even where they were.I will only range this one more than time, Pickering said, fixing Rachel with a menacing glare. This situation is too complex for you to fully understand. Youve made an enormous mistake by displace tha t data off this ship. Youve put your country at risk.William Pickering was indeed purchasing time, Tolland now realized. And the reason was striding calmly toward them up the starboard side of the boat. Tolland felt a flash of fear when he saw the soldier sauntering toward them carrying a stack of papers and a machine gun.Tolland reacted with a decisiveness that shock even himself. Gripping the machine gun, he wheeled, aimed at the soldier, and pulled the trigger.The gun made an innocuous click.I found the fax number, the soldier said, handing Pickering a drop off of paper. And Mr. Tolland is out of ammunition.124Sedgewick Sexton stormed up the hallway of the Philip A. Hart Senate Office Building. He had no idea how Gabrielle had done it, but she had obviously gotten into his office. While they were harangue on the phone, Sexton had clearly heard the distinctive triple-click of his Jourdain clock in the background. All he could imagine was that Gabrielles eavesdropping on the SFF meeting had undermined her trust in him and she had gone digging for evidence.How the hell did she get into my officeSexton was blithe hed changed his computer password.When he arrived at his private office, Sexton typed in his engrave to deactivate the alarm. Then he fumbled for his keys, unlocked the heavy doors, threw them open, and burst in, intent on catching Gabrielle in the act.But the office was empty and dark, lit only by the glow of his computer screensaver. He turned on the lights, his eyes scanning. Everything looked in place. Dead silence except for the triple-tick of his clock.Where the hell is she?He heard something rustle in his private bathroom and raced over, turning on the light. The bathroom was empty. He looked behind the door. Nothing.Puzzled, Sexton eyed himself in the mirror, enquire if hed had too much to drink tonight. I heard something. Feeling disorient and confused, he walked back into his office.Gabrielle? he called out. He went down the hall to he r office. She wasnt there. Her office was dark.A toilet flushed in the ladies room, and Sexton spun, striding now back in the direction of the restrooms. He arrived just as Gabrielle was exiting, drying her hands. She jumped when she saw him.My matinee idol You scared me she said, looking genuinely frightened. What are you doing here?You said you were acquiring NASA documents from your office, he declared, eyeing her empty hands. Where are they?I couldnt find them. I looked everywhere. Thats what took so long.He stared directly into her eyes. Were you in my office?I owe my purport to his fax machine, Gabrielle thought.Only minutes ago shed been sitting at Sextons computer, trying to make printouts of the images of illegal checks on his computer. The files were protected somehow, and she was going to need more time to figure out how to print them. She would probably still be trying right now if Sextons fax machine had not rung, ball over her and snapping her back to reality. Gabri elle took it as her cue to get out. Without taking time to see what the incoming fax was, she logged off Sextons computer, tidied up, and headed out the way she had come. She was just arise out of Sextons bathroom when she heard him coming in.

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