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Lying on his back, he watched the ramp slowly rise, blot out the sky, then lock and seal. Getting to his feet, he turned and saw the cocoon, a monstrous, white worm beneath the overhead lights. Inside it, a shadow paused in its movement and slowly More Page More Page Boeing turned toward him. Dr. Karl Bauer had children s week

watching the shuttle park, then turned his attention to the ramp. For an instant, he thought he saw something drop from the ramp, but dismissed the thought when he felt the ramp close with a shudder. The cavern was More Page More Page Boeing sealed. Control, this is Bauer. This is control, Doctor, a technician replied. Is everything scucisd

right? Yes. I am proceeding to mate the cocoon with the orbiter. When Dr. Reed is safely out, I will reseal the hatch. Is that understood? We copy, Doctor. Good luck. Staring through the plastic, Smith More Page More Page Boeing saw Bauers form become more and more vague as the scientist moved through the cocoon. Careful not to children s week

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their job. Reed unstrapped himself, got out of the chair, More Page More Page Boeing and made his way down the ladder to mid-deck. He glanced briefly at the door that opened on the tunnel to the Spacelab. He wondered if Megan Olson had somehow survived. It didnt matter. She would never see anything familiar again. During reentry, praetorian guard

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But the hatch still had to be opened from the outside. Reed glanced down at the pants pocket in which hed placed the vial of variola. Suddenly, he wanted v.

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