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Hes breaking the law, Gabrielle said. Isnt he?Or so Marjorie Tench would have you believe. Candidates accept behind-the-scenes donations solely the time from humongous corporations. It may non be pretty, alone(predicate) its not necessarily illegal. In fact, most legal issues deal not with where the money comes from hardly how the nominee chooses to spend it.Gabrielle hesitated, feeling uncertain now.Gabs, the White House played you this afternoon. They seek to turn you against your candidate, and so far youve called their bluff. If I were looking for person to trust, I think Id stick with Sexton in advance jumping ship to someone alike(p) Marjorie Tench.Yolandas phone rang. She answered, nodding, uh-huh-ing, taking notes. Interesting, she finally said. Ill be right there. Thanks.Yolanda hung up and turned with an arched brow. Gabs, sounds like youre off the hook. Just as I predicted.Whats going on?I dont have a specific yet, that I can tell you this much-the presidents press conference has nothing to do with sex scandals or campaign finance.Gabrielle felt a flash of swear and wanted badly to believe her. How do you know that?Someone on the inside just leaked that the press conference is NASA-related.Gabrielle sat up suddenly. NASA?Yolanda winked. This could be your lucky night. My bet is President Herney is feeling so much ram from Senator Sexton that hes decided the White House has no choice but to pull the plug on the International Space Station. That explains all the ball-shaped media c overage.A press conference killing the space station? Gabrielle could not imagine.Yolanda stood up. That Tench attack this afternoon? It was probably just a last-ditch effort to get a foot curtail over Sexton before the President had to go public with the bad news. Nothing like a sex scandal to take the attention away from some other presidential flop. Anyhow, Gabs, Ive got work to do. My advice to you-get yourself a cup of coffee, sit right here, turn on my tele spate, and ride this out like the rest of us. Weve got twenty minutes until base time, and Im telling you, there is no way the President is going Dumpster-diving tonight. Hes got the firm world watching. Whatever he has to say carries some serious weight. She gave a reassuring wink. Now give me the envelope.What?Yolanda held out a demanding hand. These pictures are acquiring locked in my desk until this is over. I want to be sure you dont do something idiotic.Reluctantly, Gabrielle hand over the envelope.Yolanda locked the p het upos carefully in a desk drawer and pocketed the keys. Youll thank me, Gabs. I swear it. She playfully ruffled Gabrielles hair on her way out. tease tight. I think good news is on the way.Gabrielle sat alone in the glass cubicle and act to let Yolandas upbeat spatial relation lift her mood. All Gabrielle could think of, though, was the self-satisfied smirk on the guinea pig of Marjorie Tench this afternoon. Gabrielle could not imagine what the P resident was about to tell the world, but it was definitely not going to be good news for Senator Sexton.65Rachel Sexton felt like she was being burned alive.Its raining sack upShe tried to open her eyes, but all she could make out were bleary shapes and blinding lights. It was raining all around her. Scalding hot rain. Pounding beat on her bare contend. She was lying on her side and could feel hot tiles beneath her body. She curled more tightly into the fetal position, trying to treasure herself from the scalding liquid falling from above. She smelled chemicals. Chlorine, maybe. She tried to crawl away, but she could not. Powerful detainment pressed down on her shoulders, prop her down.Let me go Im burn markInstinctively, she again fought to escape, and again she was rebuffed, the strong hands clamping down. Stay where you are, a mans character said. The accent was American. Professional. It will be over soon.What will be over? Rachel wondered. The smart? My life? She tr ied to focus her vision. The lights in this place were harsh. She perceived the room was small. Cramped. Low ceilings.Im burning Rachels scream was a whisper.Youre fine, the voice said. This irrigate is lukewarm. Trust me.Rachel realized she was mostly undressed, wearing only her soaked underwear. No embarrassment registered her mind was filled with too many other questions.The memories were culmination back now in a torrent. The ice shelf. The GPR. The attack. Who? Where am I? She tried to put the pieces together, but her mind felt torpid, like a set of clogged gears. From out of the muddled confusion came a angiotensin converting enzyme thought Michael and corky where are they?Rachel tried to focus her bleary vision but saw only the men standing over her. They were all dressed in the same blue jumpsuits. She wanted to speak, but her sing refused to formulate a single word. The burning sensation in her skin was now giving way to sudden deep waves of aching that furled by the muscles like seismic tremors.Let it happen, the man over her said. The crosscurrent needs to flow back into your musculature. He spoke like a doctor. Try to move your limbs as much as you can.The vexation pace Rachels body felt as if every muscle was being trounce with a hammer. She lay there on the tile, her chest contracting, and she could barely breathe. come to your legs and arms, the man insisted. No matter what it feels like.Rachel tried. Each movement felt like a knife being thrust into her joints. The jets of water grew hotter again. The scalding was back. The crushing pain went on. At the precise instant she thought she could not withstand another moment, Rachel felt someone giving her an injection. The pain seemed to subside quickly, little and less violent, releasing. The tremors slowed. She felt herself breathing again.A new sensation was spreading through her body now, the eerie bite of pins and needles. Everywhere-stabbing-sharper and sharper. Millions of footl ing needle-point jabs, intensifying whenever she moved. She tried to hold motionless, but the water jets continued to buffet her. The man above her was holding her arms, moving them.God that hurts Rachel was too weak to fight. Tears of exhaustion and pain poured down her face. She shut her eyes hard, blocking out the world.Finally, the pins and needles began to dissipate. The rain from above stopped. When Rachel opened her eyes, her vision was clearer.It was then that she saw them.Corky and Tolland lay nearby, quivering, half-naked and soaked. From the looks of misgiving on their faces, Rachel sense that they had just endured similar experiences. Michael Tollands brown eyes were bloodshot and glassy. When he saw Rachel, he managed a weak smile, his blue lips trembling.Rachel tried to sit up, to take in their bizarre surroundings. The three of them were lying in a trembling twist of half-naked limbs on the floor of a tiny shower room.66Strong arms lifted her.Rachel felt the tidy s trangers drying her body and wrapping her in blankets. She was being placed on a medical bed of some sort and vigorously massaged on her arms, legs, and feet. another(prenominal) injection in her arm.Adrenaline, someone said.Rachel felt the drug coursing through her veins like a life force, invigorating her muscles. Although she still felt an icy hollowness tight like a drum in her gut, Rachel sensed the blood slowly returning to her limbs.Back from the dead.She tried to focus her vision. Tolland and Corky were lying nearby, shivering in blankets as the men massaged their bodies and gave them injections as well. Rachel had no doubt that this mysterious assemblage of men had just saved their lives. many a(prenominal) of them were soaking wet, apparently having jumped into the showers fully clothed to help. Who they were or how they had gotten to Rachel and the others in time was beyond her. It made no difference at the moment. Were alive.