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Where's Michael? She didn't see him. Her frenzy kept going just a moment as another dread slid. Overhead, the Triton's destroyed winch link let out an unfavorable whipping clamor as the meshes disentangled. At that point, there was an uproarious snap, and Rachel felt the link give way. Immediately weightless, Rachel drifted over her seat inside the cockpit as the sub rushed descending. The deck vanished overhead, and the catwalks under the Goya hustled by. The officer caught in the hooks went white with dread, gazing at Rachel as the sub quickened descending. The fall appeared to be interminable. At the point when the sub collided with the ocean underneath the Goya, it plunged hard under the surf, slamming Rachel down hard into her seat. Her spine packed as the lit up 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 right away. From her fantastic view, Rachel sat stock still as the scene unfurled just a couple of feet away. Delta-Two felt the shark's elliptical head collide with him with inconceivable power. A well honed clasp fixed on his upper arm, cutting deep down and bolting on. A blaze of white-hot agony detonated as the shark torqued its ground-breaking body and shook its head savagely, removing Delta-Two's arm his body. Others sharks moved in. Blades wounding at his legs. Middle. Neck. Delta-Two had no breath to shout in anguish as the sharks tore colossal lumps of his body away. The exact opposite thing he saw was a bow formed mouth, tilting sideways, a chasm of teeth clipping down over his face. The world went dark. Inside the Triton, the crashing of substantial cartilaginous heads slamming into the arch at last died down. Rachel opened her eyes. The man was no more. The water washing against the window was red. Seriously battered, Rachel crouched 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 also. Down. Outside, the unmistakable murmuring of water into the counterweight tanks became stronger. The sea crept higher on the glass before her. I'm sinking! A shock of dread shot through Rachel, and she was out of nowhere scrambling to her feet. Arriving at overhead, she got the incubate system. On the off chance that she could ascend on the sub, she despite everything had the opportunity to hop onto the Goya's jump deck. It was just a couple of feet away. I must get out! The incubate instrument was obviously checked what direction to go it to open. She hurled. The bring forth didn't move. She attempted once more. Nothing. The gateway was stuck closed. Bowed. As the dread rose in her blood like the ocean around her, Rachel hurled one final time. The incubate 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 any confining influence ocean. 126 â€Å"Don't do this,† Gabrielle asked the representative 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 written by hand note guaranteeing the shooting star was a phony and blaming NASA and the White House for attempting to execute her. The most stunning media units at any point amassed, Sexton thought, as he started cautiously embeddings each stack into its own enormous, white material envelope. Every envelope bore his name, office address, and senatorial seal. There would be no uncertainty where this amazing data had begun. The political outrage of the century, Sexton thought, and I will be the one to uncover it! Gabrielle was all the while arguing for Rachel's wellbeing, yet Sexton heard just quietness. As he gathered the envelopes, he was in his own private world. Each political profession has a vital 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. Shockingly for Rachel, Sexton additionally knew whether he opened up to the world about confirmation of NASA's misrepresentation, that solitary demonstration of intensity would land him in the White House with more conclusiveness and political show than any time in recent memory saw in American legislative issues. Life is loaded up with troublesome choices, he thought. What's more, champs 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 misrepresentation. 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 embarrassment. Regardless of who makes it open! Regardless of when it comes out! Hold up until you realize Rachel is protected. Hold up until you converse with Pickering!† Sexton was plainly done tuning in to her. Opening his work area cabinet, he pulled out a foil sheet on which were fastened many nickel-sized, self-cement wax seals with his initials on them. Gabrielle realized he typically utilized these for formal solicitations, however he evidently thought a blood red wax seal would give every envelope an additional bit 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 annoyance. She thought of the digitized pictures of illicit 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 associate denied a post in my organization and searching for vengeance at any expense? I denied our association 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. Also, regardless of whether they did, they're meaningless.† He joined the last wax seal. â€Å"I have insusceptibility. These envelopes out-trump anything anybody might toss at me.† Gabrielle realized he was correct. She felt completely vulnerable as Sexton respected his workmanship. Around his work area sat ten exquisite, white cloth envelopes, each emblazoned with his name and address and made sure about with a dark red wax seal bearing his scripted initials. They looked like imperial letters. Absolutely rulers had been delegated by virtue of less powerful 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. Appalled, 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 surprise at the man she had once venerated. 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 undeterred, grasping the heap 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.