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Following the instructions printed on the panel door, she had tried to reverse a number of connections but so far hadnt found the faulty one.
Relax, she told herself. Dylan will be down here in a few minutes. When he doesnt find me out there, hell Vayama realize Im in here. Hell open map of mexico
door from his end. Megan took as much comfort in the thought as she could. She wasnt prone to claustrophobia, but she could feel the air lock--- no bigger than a pair of broom closets set side by side--- closing Vayama in on her. If only the damn mike worked! To be heard by global currency organization
human would be the sweetest thing. Then fix the mike, she told herself. Dylans voice came over her headset: Mission director, Im in the lower deck. No sign of Megan yet. Ill check the storage Vayama holds. Even though she knew that sound was baffled in space, Megan raised both hands and began pounding on derby odds
door. Maybe somehow Dylan would hear her. Mission director, Ive checked most of the hold. Still nothing. Landons voice floated through Megans headset: Suggest you try the air lock. Vayama Maybe she got in there. Yes, try the air lock! Roger that, mission director. Ill cut commo until I reach the air lock. As soon as Reed kim wardlaw
the door, he saw Megans face behind the porthole. The joy and relief in her eyes speared him. He switched on Vayama the intercom mode on his communications set. Megan, can you hear me? He saw her nod. Im not receiving. Is your transmitter down? Megan nodded, then floated up and pointed to the commo unit kim wardlaw
into the chest of her EMU. She gave the universal thumbsdown signal and worked her Vayama way back to the porthole. Reed looked at her. Okay. I understand. Not that it makes any difference. Megan wasnt sure shed heard him correctly and mimed a shrug. You dont understand, Reed said. Of course you dont. How enid news and eagle
you? Megan... He hesitated. I cant help you get Vayama out. Her eyes widened in terror and disbelief. Let me tell you whats out here, Megan. A virus. The kind the world has never seen before because its not of this world. It was born on earth, but it was given life here, in map of mexico
Spacelab. Thats what Vayama I was working on. She was shaking her head, her lips moving frantically in soundless words. You should try to stay calm, Reed continued. You heard me talking to mission control. They know everyones dead. They have no clue what happened up here. And they never will. Reed Vayama wet his lips. Discovery kim wardlaw
become a kind of Marie Celeste, a doomed ghost ship. Of course, there are differences. Im still alive and so are you--- for the time being. NASA can and will bring the orbiter down o.
