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A few of the reporters laughed.With his little girl bearing down fast from his right, sexton had no doubt this father-daughter reunion would best be held in private. Unfortunately, privacy was hardly at the moment. sacristans eyeb every last(predicate) darted to the large partition on his right.Still jocund calmly, sacristan waved to his daughter and stepped away from the microphone. Moving toward her at an angle, he maneuvered such(prenominal) that Rachel had to pass behind the partition to get to him. sacristan met her halfway, hidden from the eyes and ears of the press.Honey? he said, smiling and opening his arms as Rachel came toward him. What a surpriseRachel walked up and slapped his face.Alone with her father now, ensconced behind the partition, Rachel gl bed with loathing. She had slapped him hard, but he barely flinched. With chilling control, his phony smile melted away, mutating into an admonishing glower.His office turned to a demonic whisper. You should not be here .Rachel saw rage in his eyes and for the first time in her life matte up un panicked. I turned to you for inspection and repair, and you sold me out I was almost kil leadYoure straightforwardly fine. His tone was almost disappointed.NASA is innocent she said. The President told you that What are you doing here? Rachels displaceentious flight to Washington aboard the Coast Guard Osprey had been punctuated by a flurry of phone calls between herself, the White House, her father, and even a distraught Gabrielle Ashe. You promised Zach Herney you were going to the White HouseI am. He smirked. On election day.Rachel felt sickened to think this man was her father. What youre near to do is madness.Oh? sexton chuckled. He turned and motioned behind him to the podium, which was visible at the end of the partition. On the podium, a good deal of white envelopes sat waiting. Those envelopes contain information you sent me, Rachel. You. The Presidents blood is on your hands.I faxed you that information when I needed your help When I thought the President and NASA were guiltyConsidering the assure, NASA certainly appears guilty.But they are not They deserve a chance to admit their own mis purports. Youve already won this election. Zach Herney is finished You know that. Let the man retain both(prenominal) dignity. sexton groaned. So naive. Its not about winning the election, Rachel, its about power. Its about decisive victory, acts of greatness, crushing opposition, and controlling the forces in Washington so you displace get something done.At what cost?Dont be so self-righteous. Im just now positing the evidence. The population can draw their own conclusions as to who is guilty.You know how this will look.He shrugged. Maybe NASAs time has come.Senator sexton sensed the press was getting brisk beyond the partition, and he had no intention of standing here all morning and being lectured by his daughter. His moment of glory was waiting.Were through here, he sa id. I have a press conference to fall flat.Im asking you as your daughter, Rachel pleaded. Dont do this. Think about what youre about to do. Theres a better way. non for me.A howl of feed cover version echoed out of the PA system behind him, and Sexton wheeled to see a late-arriving female reporter, huddled over his podium, attempting to wed a network microphone to one of the goose-neck clips.Why cant these idiots arrive on time? Sexton fumed.In her haste, the reporter knocked Sextons stack of envelopes to the ground.Goddamn it Sexton marched over, cursing his daughter for distracting him. When he arrived, the womanhood was on her hands and knees, collect the envelopes off the ground. Sexton couldnt see her face, but she was obviously network-wearing a full-length cashmere coat, matching scarf, and low-slung mohair beret with an ABC press pass clipped to it. false bitch, Sexton thought. Ill press those, he snapped, holding out his hand for the envelopes.The woman scraped up the last of the envelopes and handed them up to Sexton without looking up. disconsolate, she muttered, obviously embarrassed. Hunkering low in shame, she scurried off into the crowd.Sexton quickly counted the envelopes. Ten. Good. nobody was going to steal his thunder today. Regrouping, he adjusted the microphones and gave a joke smile to the crowd. I guess Id better hand these out beforehand someone gets hurtThe crowd laughed, looking eager.Sexton sensed his daughter nearby, standing just off-stage behind the partition.Dont do this, Rachel said to him. Youll regret it.Sexton ignored her.Im asking you to trust me, Rachel said, her voice growing louder. Its a mistake.Sexton picked up his envelopes, straightening the edges.Dad, Rachel said, intense and pleading now. This is your last chance to do whats right.Do whats right? Sexton covered the microphone and turned as if glade his throat. He glanced discreetly over at his daughter. Youre just like your mother-idealistic and small. Wo men simply do not understand the true nature of power.Sedgewick Sexton had already forgotten his daughter by the time he turned back toward the jostling media. Head held high, he walked around the podium and handed the stack of envelopes into the hands of the waiting press. He watched the envelopes disseminate rapidly through the crowd. He could hear the seals being broken, the envelopes being torn apart like Christmas presents.A sudden hush came over the crowd.In the silence, Sexton could hear the define moment of his career.The meteorite is a fraud. And I am the man who revealed it.Sexton knew it would take the press a moment to understand the true implications of what they were looking at GPR images of an insertion shaft in the ice a living nautical species almost identical to the NASA fossils evidence of chondrules that formed on earth. It all led to one shocking conclusion.Sir? one reporter stammered, sounding stunned as he looked in his envelope. Is this for real?Sexton gave a somber sigh. Yes, Im afraid its very real indeed.Murmurs of confusion now spread through the crowd.Ill give everyone a moment to look through these pages, Sexton said, and then Ill take questions and attempt to shed some light on what youre looking at.Senator? some other reporter asked, sounding utterly bewildered. Are these images authentic? Unretouched?One cardinal percent, Sexton said, speaking more firmly now. I would not present the evidence to you otherwise.The confusion in the crowd seemed to deepen, and Sexton thought he even heard some laughter-not at all the reaction he had expected. He was starting to fear he had overestimated the medias ability to connect the obvious dots.Um, senator? someone said, sounding oddly amused. For the record, you stand behind the authenticity of these images?Sexton was getting frustrated. My friends, I will say this one last time, the evidence in your hands is one-hundred-percent accurate. And if anyone can prove otherwise, Ill eat my hat Sexton waited for the laugh, but it never came.Dead silence. Blank stares.The reporter who had just mouth walked toward Sexton, shuffling through his photocopies as he came forward. Youre right, senator. This is scandalous data. The reporter paused, shekels his head. So I guess were puzzled as to why youve determined to share it with us like this, especially after denying it so vehemently earlier.