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A twenty-year NASA veteran, ten of those years spent in the pressure cooker of the Cape, Landon had learned to rest whenever the opportunity presented itself. He was also able to wake up instantly, alert and ready.
Landon sensed the hand even before he felt it More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page David Souter on his shoulder. Rolling over, he new jersey lottery
himself gazing into the face of a young technician. What is it? he demanded. Theres a problem onboard Discovery, the tech replied nervously. Landon swung off the cot, grabbed his glasses off a filing cabinet, and moved for the door. Mechanical? Flight? More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page David Souter What? Human. Landon didnt break stride as he called back over his shoulder. What may pole
you mean, `human? Its the crew, the tech stammered. Somethings wrong. Something was wrong--- terribly so. Landon sensed it as soon as he entered mission control. All the techs were huddled over their consoles, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page David Souter talking urgently to Discovery. From the snatches he heard as he passed by, Landon realized that no one adrian belew
the orbiter was responding. Moving to his command post, he barked, Get me visual! We cant, sir, someone called back. The video feed must be down on their end. Then More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page David Souter get me audio! Landon slipped on a headset and tried to keep his voice level. Discovery, this is the mission director. Come in, please. Static edgewater florida
against his eardrum. Discovery, I say again, this is the mission director--- Mission control, this is Discovery. The strangled voice made Landons blood More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page David Souter run cold. Wallace, is that you? Yes, sir. Whats going on up there, son? Landon had to wait out more static. When Wallace was back, he sounded as if he was choking. Wallace, whats cdc h1n1
Control, do you read? Wallace, just tell us--- Were all dying.... CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR During the shuttles pioneer years, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page David Souter in the early 1980s, procedures were set in place to deal with the inevitable mishap, malfunction, or tragedy. Enumerated in the so-called Black Book, they were first implemented in January 1986, after the disaster that took edgewater florida
51-L. Harry Landon had been pres.
