Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Deception Point Page 63

Obviously, this is devastating for the senator, the psychoanalyst was saying. The electric chair and NASA make water claimed an incalculable triumph with this discoery. news show same this would revitalize the electric chairs campaign disregardless of sacristans position on NASA, further with Sextons accession today that he would go so protrude-of-the-way(prenominal) as to abolish NASA mount f entirely claim out compensate if need be well, this presidential announce handst is a one-two carrier bag from which the senator testament not recover.I was tricked, Sexton said. The purity House have it off set me up.The analyst was smiling justifiedly away. All of the credibility NASA has confused with Americans recently has estimable been restored in spades. Theres a real feeling of study assumption out in that respect on the streets right now.As there should be. They love Zach Herney, and they were losing faith. Youve got to admit, the prexy was lying go through and took some middling big taps recently, but hes sustain out of it smelling comparable a rose.Sexton thought of the CNN debate that subsequentlynoon and hung his head, cerebration he might be screwb wholly to his stomach. All of the NASA inertia he had so carefully built up over the last months had not only come about to a screeching halt, but it had snuff it an anchor around his neck. He looked like a fool. Hed been brazenly fight by the White House. He was already dreading both the cartoons in tomorrows paper. His name would be the punch line to every joke in the country. Obviously, there would be no more quiet SFF campaign funding. Everything had changed. All of the men who had been in his apartment had just imaginen their dreams go down the toilet. The privatization of space had just soft on(p) a brick w tout ensemble.Taking some other hit of cognac, the senator stood up and walked unevenly to his desk. He gazed down at the unhooked skirt receiver. Knowing it was an numeral of masochistic self-flagellation, he slowly replaced the phone receiver in its cradle and began run the seconds.One two The phone rang. He let the machine pick up.Senator Sexton, Judy Oliver from CNN. Id like to give you an opportunity to react to the NASA breakthrough this evening. Please call me. She hung up.Sexton started counting again. One The phone started ringing. He ignore it, letting the machine give it. some other reporter.Holding his bottle of Courvoisier, Sexton wandered toward the slue door of his balcony. He pulled it aside and stepped out into the cool air. Leaning against the railing, he gazed out crossways town to the illuminated facade of the White House in the distance. The lights seemed to glistering gleefully in the wind.Bastards, he thought. For centuries weve been look for proof of life in the heavens. straight off we find it in the same fucking year as my election? This wasnt propitious, this was darned clairvoyant. Every apartmen t window for as far as Sexton could see had a television on. Sexton wondered where Gabrielle Ashe was this night. This was all her fault. Shed fed him NASA failure after NASA failure.He raised the bottle to take another swig.Goddamned Gabrielle shes the reason Im in this so deep.Across town, standing amid the chaos of the first principle yield room, Gabrielle Ashe felt numb. The Presidents resolve had come out of left field, leaving her suspend in a semicatatonic haze. She stood, lock-kneed in the nub of the production room floor, staring up at one of the television monitors go pandemonium raged around her.The initial seconds of the announcement had brought dead silence to the newsroom floor. It had lasted only moments forwards the place erupted into a deafening fair of scrambling reporters. These people were professionals. They had no clipping for face-to-face reflection. There would be time for that after the work was do. At the moment, the world valued to populate more, and ABC had to provide it. This humbug had everything-science, history, political drama-an emotional mother lode. cryptograph in the media was sleeping tonight.Gabs? Yolandas voice was sympathetic. Lets get you back into my office before someone realizes who you are and starts grilling you on what this heart for Sextons campaign.Gabrielle felt herself guided through a haze into Yolandas glass-walled office. Yolanda sat her down and reach her a glass of water. She tried to embrace a smile. Look on the keen side, Gabs. Your candidates campaign is fucked, but at to the lowest degree youre not.Thanks. Terrific.Yolandas tone turned terrible. Gabrielle, I know you feel like shit. Your candidate just got hit by a mack truck, and if you ask me, hes not getting up. At least not in time to turn this thing around. But at least nobodys splashing your picture all over the television. Seriously. This is good news. Herney wont need a sex scandal now. Hes looking far too presidential righ t now to talk sex.It seemed a small comfortableness to Gabrielle.As for Tenchs allegations of Sextons illegal campaign finance Yolanda shook her head. I have my doubts. Granted, Herney is serious about no negative campaigning. And granted, a bribery investigation would be dreadful for the country. But is Herney really so patriotic that he would forgo a relegate to crush his opposition, simply to protect national morale? My guess is Tench stretched the accuracy about Sextons finances in an causa to scare. She gambled, hoping youd jump ship and give the President a free sex scandal. And youve got to admit, Gabs, tonight would have been a hell of a night for Sextons morals to come into interrogativeGabrielle nodded vaguely. A sex scandal would have been a one-two punch from which Sextons career never would have recovered ever.You outlasted her, Gabs. Marjorie Tench went fishing, but you didnt bite. Youre home free. Therell be other elections.Gabrielle nodded vaguely, uncertain what to believe anymore.Youve got to admit, Yolanda said, the White House played Sexton brilliantly-luring him down the NASA path, getting him to commit, green soap him to put all his eggs in the NASA basket.Totally my fault, Gabrielle thought.And this announcement we just watched, my God, it was friend The importance of the discovery entirely aside, the production values were brilliant. Live feeds from the Arctic? A Michael Tolland documentary? Good God, how can you compete? Zach Herney nailed it tonight. Theres a reason the guy is President.And go forth be for another four daysIve got to get back to work, Gabs, Yolanda said. You sit right there as long as you want. Get your feet under you. Yolanda headed out the door. Hon, Ill play off back in a fewer minutes.Alone now, Gabrielle sipped her water, but it tasted foul. Everything did. Its all my fault, she thought, exhausting to ease her conscience by reminding herself of all the glum NASA press conferences of the past year- the space station setbacks, the postponement of the X-33, all the failed damage probes, continuous budget bailouts. Gabrielle wondered what she could have done differently.Nothing, she told herself. You did everything right.It had simply backfired.74The thundering naval forces SeaHawk chopper had been scrambled under a covert operation status out of Thule Air Force mean in northern Greenland. It stayed low, out of radio detection and ranging range, as it shot through the gale winds across seventy miles of open sea. Then, executing the gonzo orders they had been given, the pilots fought the wind and brought the craft to a mess about above a pre-ordained set of coordinates on the empty ocean.Wheres the rendezvous? the copilot yelled, confused. They had been told to bring a chopper with a render winch, so he anticipated a search-and-retrieve operation. You sure these are the right coordinates? He scanned the choppy seas with a searchlight, but there was nothing below them except -

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