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“I never felt so useless, man,” Dak said, and I could only agree. How did this happen? Kelly and Alicia had never dreamed of space, like Dak and I had. So why were our girlfriends out there, and us in here?
After about twenty minutes of drills, Travis judged Kelly as ready as she’d ever be. So he positioned her with her feet against the side of Red Thunder and told her to jump. She jumped.
At first it looked good, she seemed to be headed right toward the center of gravity of the Ares Seven wreckage. But Travis, who had a better line of sight, told her she was bearing off to her right, and Kelly [366] tried to correct. She held the button down too long, and it looked like it twisted in her hands. Whatever happened, she lost the SMU and began flailing around again.
“Oh God, oh God,” she was whispering.
“Kelly, get the SMU back. Just pull in your left arm. That’s right. Now you’ve got it. Now aim it directly away from your chest and just touch the button.”
She was still swinging out in such a way that she’d eventually wrap herself all around Red Thunder, but more slowly.
“Do that again. That’s right. And again. Once more.”
Now she hovered motionless at the end of her tether. I checked something I hadn’t remembered up to now, which was the telemetry from her suit. Her heart and breathing rates were way up. The heart rate slowed some as Travis pulled her slowly back to us. I could hear her sigh as her boots touched the hull again.
“Not bad,” Travis said. “I never expected we’d get it on the first try. You want to wait a bit, catch your breath?”
“No, let’s get it over with.”
She jumped again. This time she looked off course right from the start… but this time she did a lot better with the SMU, got herself almost lined up, overcorrected, corrected again, and with about ten feet to go was only a few feet off the optimal location. Travis snubbed her safety rope and then coached her through the last feet with tiny bursts from the SMU. It took her a full minute to cross that last few feet, but when she finally was able to reach out and grab that collection of tight cables I heard her laugh, sweet music to my ears.
“Good. Hook your second safety rope to something… that’s good. Now unhook the first line and clip it to the wires right in front of you. Got it.”
Travis pulled that line almost taut, and clipped his end to a ring.
“Now Alicia’s coming over.”
It was easier, because all Alicia had to do was clip her line to the first rope with a snap ring, and pull herself across.
“Just pull a few times,” Travis told her. “It should take you a full five minutes to get across. Okay?”
[367] “Got it.”
One hand on the rope and one carrying her pressurized “black bag” of medical supplies and instruments, she shoved off.
“Oh, man, I don’t like this, I don’t like this.”
“Closing your eyes might help,” Dak told her.
“Dak, stay off the line, please.”
“Let him talk, Captain? It helps me, some.”
“Right. Sorry, guys.”
“No problem.”
“Dak, could you just talk to me?”
Dak hurried down to the control deck, talking all the way, and came back again in a few seconds with a CD. He stuck it in the player and soon one of Alicia’s favorite songs was filling our ears. I heard Alicia laugh, then she started singing along.
“Open your eyes now, Alicia,” Travis said when she was almost there. “Got it? Just tighten your grip on the rope, that should do it.” It did, and in a few seconds Kelly had grabbed Alicia’s hand and they were securing themselves.
“Now what?”
“What looks promising?” Travis asked. There was a long pause.
“Nothing,” Kelly admitted. “I don’t see any lights, or anything like that.”
“That’s okay. Keep looking.”
“It’s pretty dark.”
“Turn on your headlight.”
“My… oh, well, duuuh! Forgot all about it.” All the suits had krypton lights mounted over the faceplates, not that different from automobile headlights, though when one proved to be defective we had to order a new one from Russia.
We saw the lights go on from both their suits.
“I think I know where you are,” Travis said. “Dak, Ma
We brought it up on Travis’s screen, twisted it a few times, and then [368] it fell into place. Dak pointed to a large oxygen cylinder on the schematic, then to a big tank just above Alicia’s and Kelly’s heads.
“I think you’re right, Captain. Kelly, Alicia, if we’ve got you located right, the main air lock ought to be on the side facing away from Red Thunder. Turn to your left a little, Kelly… a little more… there. What you’re lighting up now looks like it might be the descent ladder and what’s left of a landing strut. See it?”
“Yes. But… there’s a lot of wire here, it’s a real rat’s nest.”
“Don’t get caught up in the wires,” Travis said.
“I’m staying clear. But that puts the air-lock door on the other side of all that wiring. I don’t think we can get through unless we cut some of it.”
“Don’t!” we all three shouted at once. Kelly laughed.
“We’re not making a move until we’ve discussed it, don’t worry.”
“Ideas?” Travis called out.
“Get them back, circle around the ship, send ’em over again,” Dak said.
“Cut some wires, see if we can get through that way,” Alicia said.
There was a long silence.
“I’ve gotta go with Dak,” Travis said. “Come back to the tether rope and I’ll haul you back.”
“That’s going to take hours,” Kelly said. “If anybody’s in there, they could be ru
“If nobody’s in there,” Travis said, “you’re risking your lives for nothing.”
“I think somebody’s in there,” Alicia said.
“Me, too. And don’t call it female intuition. Somebody’s in there.”
There was another long silence. Travis sighed.
“One wire at a time. That’s a terribly dynamic situation you’ve got over there. Cut the wrong wire, it could all go flying apart.”
“Then you’ll just come and get us, right?”
A pause. “Sure. Just take it slow, okay?”
“Got it. Now, where are those wire cutters? Oh, Alicia, can you… I just lost that hammer with the red handle, Travis. Sorry, it just floated up… let me see if I-”
[369] “Let it go!” Travis snapped. Then he muttered, “I should have tied the damn things together… Kelly, don’t worry about it. Worse comes to worst, you can use just about anything as a hammer.”
“I’ve got the wire cutters. I’m tying them to my suit… closing the tool bag. Now, Alicia, which one should we cut first?”
“That one right there.”
“Cutting a thick, green wire… now… Well, that worked out okay. Pull it to one side, Alicia… there. Now, cutting a thick, gold wire… There.”
She cut six wires and pulled them out of the way before she got the wrong one. As soon as she snipped it everything started to move.
“Move back, Alicia!” Kelly warned, and they moved… and the smallest of the three orbiting pieces of the Ares Seven pulled itself free and began to spin off into oblivion. It all happened soundlessly, but my mind supplied the shriek of straining metal and the sound of snapping guitar strings as smaller wires, unable to take up the burden once borne by three or four wires, snapped and popped like cracking whips. Kelly and Alicia turned their backs to the mayhem. I saw one snapping wire slap itself across Kelly’s backpack. Then the two remaining pieces of the ship parted company and began drifting apart… and the safety tether was tied to the wrong piece.
Travis took it in, saw the wayward hunk of junk about to pull the line taut, and he reached down and pulled the free end of the rope, which he had tied in a slipknot in case of this very situation. The rope whipped through the eyebolt and was gone.