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The ax.In her fear, she had entirely forgotten the scrap ax attached to the rip cord on her belt. The lightweight aluminum as well asl was bouncing along beside her leg. She looked up at the payload demarcation on the balloon. Thick, heavy-duty braided nylon. Reaching d bear, she fumbled for the bouncing ax. She grasped the handle and pulled it toward her, stretching the elastic rip cord. lighten on her side, Rachel struggled to raise her arms over her head, placing the axs serrated edge against the thick cord. Awkwardly, she began sawing the taut cable.Yes Tolland yelled, fumbling right off for his own ax.Sliding on her side, Rachel was stretched out, her arms above her, sawing at the taut cable. The line was strong, and the individual nylon strands were fraying slowly. Tolland gripped his own ax, twisted, raised his arms over his head, and tried to saw from underneath in the same spot. Their banana blades clicked unitedly as they worked in tandem like lumberjacks. The rope began fraying on both sides now.Were going to do it, Rachel thought. This subject is going to dishonourSuddenly, the silver bubble of Mylar before them swooped upward as if it had hit an updraft. Rachel realized to her aversion that it was simply following the contour of the land.They had arrived.The berms.The wall of white loomed only an instant before they were on it. The deflower to Rachels side as they hit the incline drove the wind from her lungs and wrenched the ax from her hand. Like a mingled water-skier being dragged up over a jump, Rachel mat her body dragged up the face of the berm and launched. She and Tolland were on the spur of the moment catapulted in a dizzying upward snarl. The trough between the berms sp memorize out far beneath them, exactly the frayed payload cable held fast, lifting their accelerated bodies upward, carrying them clear out over the preceding trough. For an instant, she glimpsed what lay ahead. deuce more berms-a short plateau-and then th e drop-off to the sea.As if to give a voice to Rachels own dumbstruck terror, the screaky scream of Corky Marlinson cut through the air. Somewhere behind them, he sailed up over the first berm. All three of them went airborne, the balloon clawing upward like a wild animal trying to break its captors chains.Suddenly, like a gunshot in the night, a sudden snap echoed overhead. The frayed rope gave way, and the tatterdemalion end recoiled in Rachels face. Instantly, they were falling. Somewhere overhead the Mylar balloon billowed out of control spiraling out to sea. confused in carabiners and harnesses, Rachel and Tolland tumbled back toward earth. As the white mound of the second berm rose up toward them, Rachel fix for impact. Barely clearing the top of the second berm, they crashed pop the far side, the blow partially cushi cardinald by their suits and the descending contour of the berm. As the world around her turned into a blur of arms and legs and ice, Rachel felt herself roc keting galvanic pile the incline out onto the central ice trough. Instinctively she spread her arms and legs, trying to slow down before they hit the next berm. She felt them slowing, that only fairly, and it seemed only seconds before she and Tolland were slip back up an incline. At the top, there was another instant of weightlessness as they cleared the crest. Then, alter with terror, Rachel felt them begin their dead slide down the other side and out onto the final plateau the last eighty feet of the Milne Glacier.As they skidded toward the cliff, Rachel could feel the drag of Corky on the tether, and she knew they were all slowing down. She knew it was too little too late. The end of the glacier raced toward them, and Rachel let out a helpless scream.Then it happened.The edge of the ice slid out from underneath them. The last thing Rachel remembered was falling.54The Westbrooke Place Apartments are located at 2201 N Street NW and promote themselves as one of the few unquest ionably correct addresses in Washington. Gabrielle travel through the gilded revolving door into the marble lobby, where a deafening waterfall reverberated.The doorman at the front desk looked surprised to see her. Ms. Ashe? I didnt know you were stopping by tonight.Im running late. Gabrielle quickly signed in. The quantify overhead read 622 P.M.The doorman scratched his head. The senator gave me a list, but you werent-They always forget the race who help them most. She gave a harried smile and strode past him toward the elevator.Now the doorman looked uneasy. I better band up.Thanks, Gabrielle said, as she boarded the elevator and headed up. The senators phone is off the hook.Riding the elevator to the ninth floor, Gabrielle exited and made her way down the elegant residence hallway. At the end, outside Sextons doorway, she could see one of his bulky personal safety escorts-glorified body have gots-sitting in the hall. He looked bored. Gabrielle was surprised to see security on duty, although apparently not as surprised as the guard was to see her. He jumped to his feet as she approached.I know, Gabrielle called out, still halfway down the hall. Its a P.E. night. He doesnt exigency to be disturbed.The guard nodded emphatically. He gave me very strict orders that no visitors-Its an emergency.The guard physically blocked the doorway. Hes in a private meeting.Really? Gabrielle pulled the red envelope from under her arm. She flashed the White augury seal in the mans face. I was just in the Oval Office. I need to give the senator this information. Whatever old pals hes schmoozing tonight are going to have to do without him for a few minutes. Now, let me in.The guard withered slightly at the sight of the White House seal on the envelope.Dont make me open this, Gabrielle thought.Leave the folder, he said. Ill take it into him.The hell you will. I have direct orders from the White House to hand-deliver this. If I dont talk to him immediately, we squirt all s tart looking for jobs tomorrow morning. Do you understand?The guard looked deeply conflicted, and Gabrielle sensed the senator had so been unusually adamant tonight about having no visitors. She moved in for the kill. Holding the White House envelope directly in his face, Gabrielle lowered her voice to a whisper and uttered the six linguistic process all Washington security personnel feared most.You do not understand the situation.Security personnel for politicians never understood the situation, and they hated that fact. They were hired guns, kept in the dark, never sure whether to stand firm in their orders or risk losing their jobs by mule-headedly ignoring some obvious crisis.The guard swallowed hard, eyeing the White House envelope again. Okay, but Im telling the senator you demanded to be let in.He unlocked the door, and Gabrielle pushed past him before he changed his mind. She entered the apartment and lightly closed the door behind her, relocking it.Now inside the foyer, Gabrielle could hear muffled voices in Sextons den down the hall-mens voices. Tonights P.E. was obviously not the private meeting implied by Sextons earlier call.As Gabrielle moved down the hall toward the den, she passed an open closet where a half dozen expensive mens coats hung inside-distinctive wool and tweed. Several briefcases sit down on the floor. Apparently work stayed in the hall tonight. Gabrielle would have walked right past the cases except that one of the briefcases caught her eye. The nameplate bore a distinctive company logo. A bright red rocket.She paused, kneeling down to read it SPACE AMERICA, INC.Puzzled, she examined the other briefcases.BEAL AEROSPACE. MICROCOSM, INC. ROTARY ROCKET COMPANY. KISTLER AEROSPACE.