Гарри Гаррисон - Skyfall

“In place.”

“All right, Gregor, you can turn the selector valve from the U position to the AM.”

Gregor took the lever clumsily in his gloved fingers and pushed, hard. It did not move.

“It won't go, “he said.

“It happens.” Patrick's voice was calm, emotionless. “Traces of water in the oxygen, there can be ice. Try working it back and forth, a little at a time.”

“There… it is moving a bit… a bit more… done!”

“Very good. Coretta, first close the valve on his umbilicals, there at the bulkhead, then disconnect them.”

It was done quickly, the disconnected umbilicals floating inside the cabin; Gregor in space outside totally dependent upon the life systems of the AMU.

“Can you read me, Gregor?” Patrick asked.

“Very clearly.”

“You are on the AMU radio connection now which is channeled through the intercom circuits. On the outside of the hull is an aerial to pick up your signal. You may get far enough around the ship for it to thin the signal or even lose it. Keep thinking about this so we don't get out of touch. You're on your own now, but you will keep the safety line connected. That way Coretta can pull you back in at any time. You can start working your way back down the hull now. Moving safety clips as you go.”

“Shouldn't I use the gas jets…”

“Negative! They are tricky to use and take a lot of practice. Forget about them now. Just think of the AMU as a big pack on your back and drag it along with you.”

“Vas ponyal, here I go.”

“Do you have all the tools you need?” Nadya said, speaking for the first time.

What a fool I am, Patrick thought. I can't see what is going on out there, can't keep track of everything. “Thank you, Nadya,” he said. “I should have remembered. The cutting torch is still back by the engines, along with most of the tools. But for this you will need the hydraulic jack as well. Coretta, will you get it and clamp it to the AMU where Gregor can reach it.”

It was not easy going. Coretta leaned far out the hatch to watch Gregor's progress; they could all hear the rasp of his breath in their ears. The AMU was like the old man of the sea on his back. Instead of giving him freedom, moving him about, it got in the way of all his motions. Of course it had no weight in free fall — but it still had mass. It took effort to get it moving, and once in motion the same amount of effort to stop it. Whenever he moved the off-center mass had a tendency to start him spinning. All he could do then was reel in the short line that clamped him to the hull, hold himself tight against it until the motion had been damped. Then attach to a new anchor and crawl slowly on.

“At the engine,” he finally gasped, a breathless cry of victory.

“Well done,” Patrick said, and the others called out agreement. “Anchor yourself well and listen to Coretta. She has the program that outlines the best way to get into engine cavity. Are you tired?”

“Yes… a little.”

“Then take a breather first. Drink some water….”

“Prometheus, this is Mission Control. Come in.”

“We're here, Flax.”

“Patrick, I'm going to patch you through in a moment to Major Cooke in Florida. He is Commander of the Shuttle that is coming up after you. Captain Decosta is his Pilot.”

“Cookey and Dee, this is going to be old home week. We all trained together.”

“A-OK, make things easier. That's what Cooke wants to talk to you about. There is one other thing. The solar activity is hotting up. The report has just come in.”

Patrick felt the tension grip him, the sharp cold realization that there might be no rescue at all. A hope of safety offered — then whipped away. There was no hint of this in his voice.

“When will it hit us? What will the effect be?”

“The first jump in panicle count is here now. Very slight,

but it's sure to grow. “

“Can you give me any figures? Any times, Flax?”

“The astronomy boys say it's difficult to predict with any accuracy. It is only after events that correlations can be made.”

“In other words we'll know it first up here. All right, Flax, give me any time estimates at all if you get them. You can patch through to the Cape now, whenever you're ready.”

The line was already open, the connection was made at once.

“Major Cooke here, come in Prometheus.”

“I thought you would never call, Cookey.“

“My pleasure, Pat. Dee is here with me, just adding weight sitting around the ready room waiting for the bird to be counted down.”

“Been waiting there long, Cookey?”

Cook-looked up at Decosta who was sitting across the table from him, listening in. Decosta, a dark, small man who always wore an expression of gloom, looked even sadder now as he heard the question. He put his finger to his temple, his hand shaped like a gun, and pulled the invisible trigger. Cooke, a solid, meaty blond, looking more like a lineman than a pilot, nodded his head in silent agreement.

“Just long enough,” he said. “We're going out to the shuttle in a few minutes, run through the countdown early then hold while the fueling is finished. We want to hit that window.”

“So do we up here. Believe you me. “

“Roger. I want to settle the transferral details now before link-up. Are we going to have any problems?”

Patrick's laugh was very cold. “That is all you're going to have. Two of us can't see so we'll have to be to wed. And we'll need walk-around bottles of air. “

“No problem. When we rendezvous Dee will get them to you. The configuration on this Orbiter has the airlock opening into the Cargo Bay. So we'll have to crack the doors to the bay so he can get out that way. They'll have to be open in any case, since two of your people are going to have to ride back there.

We are set up to carry only four in shirtsleeve environment.”

“I know. What do you plan to do?”

“Right now they are fixing two acceleration couches on pallets to go into the bay. The walk-arounds hold enough oxygen for two hours. We'll be on the ground before they run out.”

There was a continued silence after that, filled only with the gently hissing static. Then Patrick spoke again.

“Cookey, tell them to put in four couches. Just in case. Your cargo bay is as big as a barn, so there's plenty of room.”

“Positive — but we do have the room for two inside.”

“Do as I ask. Major. We may be In a hurry when we arrive. ft could very well be a matter of getting the hell out of there fast without worrying about cycling time through the airlock. “

“I read you, Prometheus.”

“Great. Now just get cracking and get your ass up here in that brick rockets hip. “

“Will do. We'll get four couches in. Dee and I are suiting up now. Next time we talk to you will be from the bird.” He broke the connection.

“They know, don't they?” Decosta asked.

“He knows something.”

“But how much? Does he know we been sitting here in ready since before his launch? Because we had so many aborted holds on the schedule flight that we had to hold again until after they took off.”

“Drop it, Dee, will you.” Cooke turned to look out of the sealed window at the pad. The bulk of the Space Shuttle stood out clearly, white plumes leaking from the relief valves. The winged form of the Orbiter itself appeared small clamped to the three torpedo-like rockets of the main fuel tank and the twin boosters. “We're doing a classified job and we got into it with our eyes open. They asked for volunteers for this one and we opened our mouths. They even gave us a chance to get out after we knew what the mission was. A lot of people maybe don't agree with us, but I think getting that package into orbit over Moscow will help peace in this world.”