Reed chuckled。 〃Sounds fine。 I'll start the clock as soon as you're in the Glovebox。〃
The Glovebox was a shoebox…size unit that protruded ten inches from the Biorack。 Modeled on the much larger containment units found in most labs； it was totally secure。 But unlike its earthbound cousins； this box had been designed to be operated in microgravity。 This allowed Megan and her fellow scientists to study organisms in a way not possible in any other setting。
She fitted her hands into thick rubber gloves that extended into the box。 The seals between the gloves and the box were two inches of solid rubber； metal； and Keflex… a thick； virtually unbreakable glass。 Even if a spill occurred； it would be contained within the box。
Good thing； too； she thought； given that she was handling Legionnaires' disease。
Although the gloves appeared thick and ungainly； they were actually quite sensitive。 Megan touched the control screen located inside the box and gently pressed a three…digit bination。 Almost instantly； one of the fifty panels… no bigger than partments for pact disks… slid forward。 Instead of a CD nestled in the recess； there was a circular glass tray； three inches in diameter； a quarter inch deep。 Even without the microscope； Megan saw the greenish gray liquid inside： Legionnaires' disease。
Both her scientific training and her specialized work in biochemistry had instilled in her a profound respect for the cultures that she handled。 Even under the most secure conditions； she never forgot what it was she was holding。 Very carefully； she set down the glass tray on the pad。 Then she removed the cover； exposing the bacteria。
Reed's voice drifted through her headset： 〃The clock's running。 Remember； in partial gravity you only have thirty minutes for each of the experiments。 On the shuttle you'll be able to take your time。〃
Megan was grateful for his professionalism。 Reed never distracted his scientists by speaking to them in the course of an experiment。 Once she had opened the sample； she was on her own。
Megan brought forward the microscope fixed to the top of the shoebox and took a deep breath。 She stared at the specimen。 She had worked with Legionnaires' disease before； it was like looking at an old friend。
〃Okay； fella；〃 she said out loud。 〃Let's see if you can get it up when you don't weigh so much。〃
She touched the button that activated the video recorder and went to work。
Two hours later； Megan Olson floated from the Spacelab back to the mid…deck； which housed the sleep stations； food lockers； washrooms； and storage lockers。 From there； she climbed the ladder to the flight deck； deserted now； and maneuvered her way to the inter。
〃Okay； guys。 Let me out。〃
She steadied herself as the air pressure inside the mock…up was equalized。 After half a day of partial weightlessness； her body felt extremely heavy。 It was a sensation she had never quite gotten used to。 She had to reassure herself that she weighed a perfect 118 pounds； almost all of it highly toned muscle。
When the pressure was correct； the cockpit hatch swung open。 The air…conditioned breeze that hit her as she stepped out made her clothes stick to her skin。 Her first thought after a training session was always the same： Thank God I can have a real shower。 Onboard the mock…up； she had practiced taking towel baths。
You'll settle for towel baths i f you get to go at all； she reminded herself。
〃You did very well in there。〃
Dylan Reed； a tall； distinguished…looking man in his late forties； greeted Megan as she came out。
〃Do we have a printout of the results？〃 she asked。
〃The puters are crunching as we speak。〃
〃This is the third test we've run with Legionnaires'。 I'll bet you dinner at Sherlock's that these results will be the same as the other two： Legionnaires' multiplies ferociously； even in the small adjustment to gravity that we've been able to make。 Imagine when we can run the experiments in microgravity conditions。〃
〃Do you really think I would bet against you？〃 Reed laughed。
Megan followed him across the platform to the elevator that took them to ground level。 When she got out； she paused and looked back at the mock…up； majestic under the blaze of a thousand lights。
〃I'll bet that's the way she looks in space；〃 she said softly。
〃One day； you'll take a space walk and see for yourself；〃 Reed assured her。
Megan's voice dropped。 〃One day。。。〃
As one of the alternate crewmembers； Megan knew that her chance of going on the next mission； scheduled to leave in seven days； was slim to none。 Reed's group of scientists were in top condition。 One of them would literally have to break a leg in order for her to move into the slot。
〃The space walk can wait；〃 Megan said as they walked toward the trainees' quarters。 〃What I need right now is a hot shower。〃
〃I almost forgot；〃 Reed said。 〃There's someone here whom I think you know。〃
She frowned。 〃I wasn't expecting anyone。〃
〃It's Jon Smith。 He arrived a little while ago。〃
Two hours after the Gulfstream had gone wheels…up from Venice's Marco Polo Airport； the pilot came into the cabin with a message for Smith。
〃Any reply； sir？〃 he asked his passenger。
Smith shook his head。 〃No。〃
〃The routing change from Andrews to Houston will give us another two hours of flight time。 You can get some sleep if you want。〃
Smith thanked the pilot； then forced himself to eat some cold cuts and fruit from the galley。 The message from Klein had been succinct。 Given the bloody events in Venice and the nature of the material Danko had brought out with him； Klein wanted a face…to…face briefing。 He also wanted to be close to the president； who was visiting Houston as a show of support for the space program； in case Smith's information had to be brought to the chief executive's attention immediately。
After finishing his snack； Smith prepared his briefing for Klein。 He also mapped out what he thought had to be done next and honed his arguments。 Before he knew it； the jet was winging over the Gulf of Mexico on its final approach to the NASA airfield。
As he saw the vast facility e into view； Smith suddenly remembered Megan Olson。 The thought of her brought a wele smile to his lips。
The pilot taxied the craft to the security area where Air Force One was parked。 Smith descended the steps and was met by an armed air police sergeant who drove him to the visitors' center。 In the distance Smith saw the grandstands； packed with NASA employees listening to the president's address。 He very much doubted that Klein would be anywhere near the center of attention。
The sergeant showed him into a small office well away from the main exhibits。 The place was barren except for a government…issue desk and several chairs。 Klein closed the state…of…the…art laptop he had been working on and came to Smith。
〃Thank God you're alive； Jon。〃
〃Thank you； sir。 Believe me； I share your sentiment。〃
Klein never failed to surprise him。 Just when Smith thought that the head of Covert…One had ice water in his veins； Klein would demonstrate genuine concern for the mobile cipher he had sent in harm's way。
〃The president will be leaving in less than an hour； Jon；〃 Klein informed him。 〃Tell me what happened so that I can determine whether or not to brief him。〃
When he noticed Smith glancing around the room； he added； 〃The Secret Service swept the room for bugs。 You may speak freely。〃
Smith detailed； minute by minute； what had happened from the moment he had spotted Danko at St。 Mark's Square。 He noted how Klein flinched when Smith described the shooting。 When he mentioned Bioaparat； Klein was clearly shocked。
〃Did Danko tell you anything before he died？〃 Klein demanded。 〃He didn't get the chance。 But he was carrying this。〃 He handed Klein the page with Danko's handwriting。
Bioaparat cannot go from Stage One to Stage Two。 It is not a matter of
money； but of inadequate facilities。 Still； rumors persist that Stage Two
will be pleted； though not here。 A courier is to leave Bioaparat no
later than 4/9 with the cargo。
Klein glanced at Smith。 〃Who's the courier？ Is it a man or a woman？ Who does he work for？ This is maddeningly inconclusive！ And what are Stages