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Ms. tench? the transp bent voice on the line said. William Pickering, here. To what do I owe this honor?Tench could hear the television in the background-NASA commentary. She could already sense in his t superstar that he was still reeling from the press conference. Do you bring in a minute, manager?I continueed youd be busy celebrating. Quite a night for you. Looks like NASA and the President are back in the fight.Tench heard stark amazement in his voice, combined with a garble of acrimony-the latter no doubt on account of the mans legendary distaste for hearing breaking intelligence activity at the same time as the rest of the world.I apologize, Tench said, trying to build an agile bridge, that the discolour House and NASA were forced to keep you unapprised.You are aware, Pickering said, that the NRO detected NASA activity up there a couple weeks ago and ran an inquiry.Tench frowned. Hes pissed. Yes, I endure. And yet-NASA told us it was nothing. They said they were running some kind of peak environment training exercises. Testing equipment, that sort of thing. Pickering paused. We bought the lie.Lets not call it a lie, Tench said. More of a necessary misdirection. Considering the magnitude of the discovery, I trust you understand NASAs need to keep this quiet.From the public, perhaps.Pouting was not in the repertory of men like William Pickering, and Tench sensed this was as close as he would get. I whole have a minute, Tench said, working to retain her dominant position, exclusively I thought I should call and warn you.Warn me? Pickering waxed wry momentarily. Has Zach Herney clear-cut to appoint a new, NASA-friendly NRO director?Of traverse not. The President understands your criticisms of NASA are simply issues of security, and he is working to plug those holes. Im actually calling about one of your employees. She paused. Rachel sexton. Have you heard from her this evening?No. I sent her to the White House this morning at the Presidents requ est. Youve obviously kept her busy. She has yet to check in.Tench was relieved to have gotten to Pickering first. She took a drag on her cigarette and spoke as calmly as possible. I suspect you may be acquire a call from Ms. Sexton sometime soon.Good. Ive been expecting one. Ive got to tell you, when the Presidents press conference began, I was concerned Zach Herney superpower have convinced Ms. Sexton to participate publicly. Im pleased to hang he resisted.Zach Herney is a decent person, Tench said, which is more than I can say for Rachel Sexton.There was a long pause on the line. I hope I misunderstood that.Tench sighed heavily. No, sir, Im afraid you did not. Id prefer not to talk specifics on the phone, but Rachel Sexton, it reckons, has decided she wants to undermine the credibility of this NASA announcement. I have no idea why, but subsequently she reviewed and endorsed NASAs selective information earlier this afternoon, she has suddenly pulled an about-face and is spouti ng some of the most improbable allegations imaginable of NASA treachery and fraud.Pickering sounded piercing now. Excuse me?Troubling, yes. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but Ms. Sexton contacted me two minutes before the press conference and warned me to cancel the whole thing.On what grounds?Absurd ones, frankly. She said shed plant serious flaws in the selective information.Pickerings long silence was more wary than Tench would have liked. Flaws? he at long last said.Ridiculous, really, after two full weeks of NASA experimentation and-I find it very hard to believe somebody like Rachel Sexton would have told you to postpone the Presidents press conference unless she had a damn good reason. Pickering sounded troubled. mayhap you should have listened to her.Oh, please Tench blurted, coughing. You saw the press conference. The meteorite data was confirmed and reconfirmed by countless specialists. Including civilians. Doesnt it seem suspicious to you that Rachel Sexton-th e daughter of the only man whom this announcement gets-is suddenly changing her tune?It seems suspicious, Ms. Tench, only because I happen to know that Ms. Sexton and her father are barely civil to one another. I cannot ideate why Rachel Sexton would, after years of service to the President, suddenly decide to switch camps and tell lies to offer her father.Ambition, perhaps? I really dont know. Maybe the opportunity to be first daughter Tench allow it hang.Pickerings tone hardened instantly. Thin ice, Ms. Tench. Very thin.Tench scowled. What the hell did she expect? She was accusing a big member of Pickerings staff of treason against the President. The man was going to be defensive.Put her on, Pickering demanded. Id like to speak to Ms. Sexton myself.Im afraid thats impossible, Tench replied. Shes not at the White House.Where is she?The President sent her to Milne this morning to examine the data firsthand. She has yet to return.Pickering sounded livid now. I was never informed -I do not have time for hurt pride, director. I have simply called as a courtesy. I wanted to warn you that Rachel Sexton has decided to pursue her own agenda with respect to tonights announcement. She will be looking for allies. If she contacts you, you would be wise to know that the White House is in possession of a video taken earlier today in which she endorsed this meteorite data in its entirety in front of the President, his cabinet, and his entire staff. If now, for whatever motives she might have, Rachel Sexton attempts to smirch the good name of Zach Herney or of NASA, then I swear to you the White House will see to it she falls hard and far. Tench waited a moment, to be sure her meaning had settled in. I expect you to repay the courtesy of this call by informing me immediately if Rachel Sexton contacts you. She is attacking the President directly, and the White House intends to detain her for questioning before she does any serious damage. I will be postponement for your call, director. Thats all. Good night.Marjorie Tench hung up, certain that William Pickering had never been talked to like that in his life. At least now he knew she was serious.On the top floor of the NRO, William Pickering stood at his window and stared into the Virginia night. The call from Marjorie Tench had been deeply troubling. He chewed at his lip as he tried to assemble the pieces in his mind.Director? his secretaire said, knocking quietly. You have another phone call.Not now, Pickering said absently.Its Rachel Sexton.Pickering wheeled. Tench was apparently a fortune-teller. Okay. Patch her through, right away.Actually, sir, its an encrypted AV stream. Do you want to take it in the conference room?An AV stream? Where is she calling from?The secretary told him.Pickering stared. Bewildered, he hurried down the hall toward the conference room. This was something he had to see.70The Charlottes dead room-designed after a similar structure at Bell Laboratories-was what was form ally known as an anechoic chamber. An acoustic clean room containing no parallel or reflective surfaces, it absorbed sound with 99.4 percent efficiency. Because of the acoustically conductive nature of metal and water, conversations onboard underseas were always vulnerable to interception by nearby eavesdroppers or parasitic suction mics attached to the outer hull. The dead room was, in effect, a tiny chamber inside the submarine from which absolutely no sound could escape. All conversations inside this insulated box were entirely secure.