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Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. Prologue
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Chapter Forty-Five
  48. Chapter Forty-Six
  49. Epilogue
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  51. About the Author

“Tomorrow evening I head back to Washington. I'll be working with General Draper on team selection and training. I'll be spending most of my time on that. I'll stop out here every few weeks to see how things are going and to provide any insight that I've gotten.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

DAY 730

Senator Wilfred Cogshell sat in his first-class seat on the Boeing airliner, en route from Amsterdam to New York. So far, the flight had been delayed, the takeoff rough, and the food only adequate. To make matters worse, the guy in the seat next to him was snoring loudly and reeked of stale cigarette smoke.

Senator Cogswell had spent the last two weeks meeting with representatives from five different European governments, and he was using the time to look over the many pages of notes he'd taken during the past two weeks.

He came across a notation which he'd made while speaking to the Russian Foreign Minister. The Foreign Minister had officially requested the United States government investigate a matter for them. The administrator of the Russian Space Program had heard several reports that the comet approaching Earth had some traces of radiation present. They suspected there wouldn't be any significant problem resulting from it but asked that the US government confirm their suspicions.

He entered a note in his iPad to remind him to place a call to the Administrator of NASA in the morning. Cogshell had met the Administrator several years before, when he'd showed up at NASA and requested a personal tour. Cogshell couldn't remember the Administrator's name off the top of his head, but he recalled that he'd been a fat, arrogant man, who made it seem he'd been put out to provide the tour.

In the morning, he would be sure to place a call to him.

Administrator Williams sat alone in his office. Other than the monthly reports he submitted to General Draper, he'd had no other contact with the man in over three months. The last time Williams had contacted Draper, it had been to report the concern regarding his Deputy Director and another employee going public with the comet story. Less than a week later, one of them was dead and the other missing. Even after all this time, there was still no trace of Deputy Director Stanley Waldorf, and Williams was certain he was dead. He was also convinced the phone call he'd placed to General Draper was the cause of both deaths. Williams had to admit that as bothered as he was about what happened, he hadn't been surprised by how the matter was handled.