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Where's Michael? She didn't see him. Her frenzy endured just a moment as another dread plummeted. Overhead, the Triton's destroyed winch link let out a foreboding whipping clamor as the interlaces unwound. At that point, there was an uproarious snap, and Rachel felt the link give way. Quickly weightless, Rachel floated over her seat inside the cockpit as the sub rushed descending. The deck vanished overhead, and the catwalks under the Goya dashed by. The officer caught in the paws went white with dread, gazing at Rachel as the sub quickened descending. The fall appeared to be unending. At the point when the sub collided with the ocean underneath the Goya, it plunged hard under the surf, smashing Rachel down hard into her seat. Her spine compacted as the enlightened sea hustled up over the vault. She felt a stifling drag as the sub eased back to a stop submerged and afterward dashed back toward the surface, swaying up like a stopper. The sharks hit immediately. From her fantastic view, Rachel sat stock still as the display unfurled just a couple of feet away. Delta-Two felt the shark's oval head collide with him with incomprehensible power. A dangerously sharp clip fixed on his upper arm, cutting deep down and bolting on. A blaze of white-hot agony detonated as the shark torqued its incredible body and shook its head savagely, removing Delta-Two's arm his body. Others sharks moved in. Blades cutting at his legs. Middle. Neck. Delta-Two had no breath to shout in desolation as the sharks tore immense pieces of his body away. The exact opposite thing he saw was a sickle molded mouth, tilting sideways, a crevasse of teeth clasping down over his face. The world went dark. Inside the Triton, the crashing of overwhelming cartilaginous heads smashing into the arch at long last died down. Rachel opened her eyes. The man was no more. The water washing against the window was ruby. Gravely battered, Rachel clustered in her seat, knees pulled to her chest. She could feel the sub moving. It was floating on the current, scratching along the length of the Goya's lower plunge deck. She could feel it moving toward another path too. Down. Outside, the particular murmuring of water into the weight tanks became stronger. The sea crawled higher on the glass before her. I'm sinking! A shock of fear shot through Rachel, and she was unexpectedly scrambling to her feet. Arriving at overhead, she snatched the bring forth component. In the event that she could move up on the sub, she despite everything had the opportunity to bounce onto the Goya's jump deck. It was just a couple of feet away. I must get out! The bring forth system was plainly checked what direction to go it to open. She hurled. The bring forth didn't move. She attempted once more. Nothing. The entryway was stuck closed. Bowed. As the dread rose in her blood like the ocean around her, Rachel hurled one final time. The bring forth didn't move. The Triton sank a couple of inches further, knocking the Goya one final time before floating out from underneath the ruined hull†¦ and beyond all detectable inhibitions ocean. 126 â€Å"Don't do this,† Gabrielle asked the congressperson as he completed at the copier. â€Å"You're taking a chance with your little girl's life!† Sexton shut out her voice, moving back to his work area now with ten indistinguishable piles of copies. Each stack contained duplicates of the pages Rachel had faxed him, including her manually written note asserting the shooting star was a phony and blaming NASA and the White House for attempting to execute her. The most stunning media packs at any point amassed, Sexton thought, as he started cautiously embeddings each stack into its own huge, white cloth envelope. Every envelope bore his name, office address, and senatorial seal. There would be no uncertainty where this mind boggling data had begun. The political embarrassment of the century, Sexton thought, and I will be the one to uncover it! Gabrielle was all the while arguing for Rachel's security, however Sexton heard just quietness. As he amassed the envelopes, he was in his own private world. Each political vocation has a pivotal turning point. This is mine. William Pickering's telephone message had cautioned that if Sexton opened up to the world, Rachel's life would be at serious risk. Lamentably for Rachel, Sexton likewise knew whether he opened up to the world about verification of NASA's extortion, that solitary demonstration of strength would land him in the White House with more conclusiveness and political show than any other time in recent memory saw in American governmental issues. Life is loaded up with troublesome choices, he thought. What's more, victors are the individuals who make them. Gabrielle Ashe had recognized this look easily previously. Dazzle desire. She dreaded it. Furthermore, in light of current circumstances, she presently figured it out. Sexton was clearly arranged to hazard his little girl so as to be the first to declare the NASA extortion. â€Å"Don't you see you've as of now won?† Gabrielle requested. â€Å"There's no chance Zach Herney and NASA will endure this outrage. Regardless of who makes it open! Regardless of when it comes out! Hold up until you realize Rachel is sheltered. Hold up until you converse with Pickering!† Sexton was obviously done tuning in to her. Opening his work area cabinet, he pulled out a foil sheet on which were appended many nickel-sized, self-cement wax seals with his initials on them. Gabrielle realized he typically utilized these for formal solicitations, however he obviously thought a dark red wax seal would give every envelope an additional pinch of show. Stripping the roundabout closes the foil, Sexton squeezed one onto the crease of every envelope, fixing it like a monogrammed epistle. Gabrielle's heart beat now with another outrage. She thought of the digitized pictures of unlawful checks in his PC. On the off chance that she said anything, she realized he would simply erase the proof. â€Å"Don't do this,† she stated, â€Å"or I'll open up to the world about our affair.† Sexton roared with laughter as he appended the wax seals. â€Å"Really? Furthermore, you think they'll trust you-a force hungry helper denied a post in my organization and searching for retribution at any expense? I denied our contribution once, and the world trusted me. I'll basically deny it again.† â€Å"The White House has photos,† Gabrielle proclaimed. Sexton didn't gaze upward. â€Å"They don't have photographs. What's more, regardless of whether they did, they're meaningless.† He attached the last wax seal. â€Å"I have invulnerability. These envelopes out-trump anything anybody might toss at me.† Gabrielle realized he was correct. She felt absolutely powerless as Sexton respected his handicraft. Around his work area sat ten exquisite, white cloth envelopes, each embellished with his name and address and made sure about with a dark red wax seal bearing his scripted initials. They looked like imperial letters. Unquestionably rulers had been delegated by virtue of less intense data. Sexton got the envelopes and arranged to leave. Gabrielle ventured over and obstructed his direction. â€Å"You're committing an error. This can wait.† Sexton's eyes drilled into her. â€Å"I made you, Gabrielle, and now I've unmade you.† â€Å"That fax from Rachel will give you the administration. You owe her.† â€Å"I've given her plenty.† â€Å"What if something happens to her!† â€Å"Then she'll solidify my compassion vote.† Gabrielle couldn't accept the idea had even entered his thoughts, substantially less his lips. Nauseated, she went after the telephone. â€Å"I'm calling the White-â€Å" Sexton spun and smacked her hard over the face. Gabrielle lurched back, feeling her lip split open. She got herself, taking hold of the work area, gazing up in wonder at the man she had once adored. Sexton gave her a long, hard look. â€Å"If you to such an extent as consider crossing me on this, I will make you think twice about it for the remainder of your life.† He stood determined, gripping the pile of fixed envelopes under his arm. An unforgiving peril consumed in his eyes. When Gabrielle left the place of business into the cool night air, her lip was all the while dying. She flagged down a taxi and moved in. At that point, just because since she had come to Washington, Gabrielle Ashe separated and cried.