My words.

Settling herself in the chair, Megan strapped down her ankles and one wrist. With her free hand, she plugged a microphone jack into the communications unit on her suit. As far as she knew, the feed sent back digital, not voice, data back to mission More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Monica Hansen control. But then again, no one edison force

ever told her that voice communication was impossible. Just let someone on the other end hear me, she prayed, and activated the sleds instrument panel. RAID One to Looking Glass, come in. The voice of the pilot in the lead Commanche crackled More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Monica Hansen in Smiths headset. A second later, he heard the Groome Lake towers 303 area code

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 More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Monica Hansen the president. RAID flight, this is Looking Glass, the controller replied. We have positive ID on you. You are foppish

to land on runway R twenty-seven, L left. R twenty-seven L left, roger, the pilot said. Touchdown in two minutes. Wheres the shuttle? Smith asked. The pilot keyed into the More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Monica Hansen NASA frequency. Thirteen minutes out. At mission control, Harry Landon was tracking the shuttles progress through the atmosphere on a giant plotting board, where she us supreme court judges

as a gently descending red dot. In a few minutes, low altitude satellites would be able to transmit pictures. As Discovery More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Monica Hansen got closer, air force reconnaissance planes would roll their cameras. Landon? Landon glanced up at the commo tech. What is it? Im not sure, sir, the tech replied, obviously confused. He handed Landon kevin youkilis

printout. This just came in. Landon glanced at the sheet. Its the medical feed from the More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Monica Hansen 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 graham harrell

He didnt have to be reminded that that someone More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Monica Hansen would have to be alive. But look at this. The chairs 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 james sanborn

living organism. What the More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Monica Hansen hell? Listen to this, sir, the tech said. Its the last few minutes of commo 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 More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Monica Hansen tune out the hiss 303 area code

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 More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Monica Hansen the Commanches rotors wound down. Smith glanced at the enormous 303 area code

lined up like prehistoric turtles, their roofs painted dull brown to bl.

More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Monica Hansen wiki