"You're looking at the largest planet in our solar system folks. She's composed of hydrogen, helium, water, nitrogen—swirling around a tiny, super-dense core. She's beautiful, but deadly. Insurmountable pressure and extreme radiation make Jupiter impossible to explore."

Connelly's attention was piqued. "Radiation? Will it affect us?"

Harris took his eyes off the view and turned to Connelly. "The Surveyor, the landers and even TES are protected by electromagnetic shielding. This blocks 99% of the radiation. The shield on TES is powerful enough to cover a two mile circumference and should allow us to set down in an ideal melt zone and close enough to explore one of the red lines."

"Why didn't you tell us this before?" Willard asked, his voice serious, but his eyes still on the view through the ceiling.

"It's a non-issue," Choi said. "The electromagnetic shielding is sufficient."

Willard looked down from the view and met Choi's eyes. "Are there any more non-issues I should know about? Because I can't keep this crew safe if I don't know every possible danger that exists up here."

"You weren't informed because it's not a danger," Choi said.

"Not a danger?" Willard huffed. "What would happen if, in theory, the electromagnetic shield and whatever back-up systems are in place fail? What would happen? In theory?"

Choi looked at Harris, unsure of how to answer.

Willard rolled his eyes. "End result. Don't need the details. How long would we have to live."

Choi looked back at Willard. "Six minutes."

"Six minutes to live. Any ways to avoid being fried by the radiation?" Willard asked as his leg began to bounce beneath the table.

Harris cleared his throat. "We would pilot Surveyor into a stationary position on the far side of Europa, which would block the majority of the radiation, until the problem was fixed."

Connelly sat forward. She could see where Willard was headed. "And if we're on the surface?"

"You have six minutes to get six feet below the ice. That would block the radiation," Harris said.

"Listen," Willard said, "I know you don't think I even need to be here, but I have a track record of keeping people alive, and if you're working against me, I can't do that. I'm not asking, I'm telling you, give every possible worst case scenario before we head to the surface, or we're not going."

Connelly wanted to object to Willard's demand, but she knew he was right. He'd saved her life more than once and she knew it was largely because he was always prepared for anything. "Ethan's right," she said, "give him what he needs, or we're not going."

Harris let out a long sigh. "Choi, see to it that Mr. Willard is fully informed about all possible dangers."

Choi nodded with a grim expression. "Yes, sir. But I think he'll find—"

Willard interrupted. "I think you'll find that danger comes from the unexpected. That thing no one sees coming, is what gets people killed."