Season of Passage, The (19 page)

the spin began to stop. Gary slid their shock-absorbing legs into position.

'Don't you want auto control?' Colonel Brent asked.

'Of course not,' Gary said.

[3900 feet.]

The parachutes were jettisoned. Simultaneously the Hawk's main engines fired. The roar was deafening. White-lined schematics of the terrain

directly below crawled across the dark blue screens above Lauren's head. They were fal ing slowly, almost hovering. A blitz of sand began to

bombard the hul , pushed upwards by the force of their rockets.

'Dust!' Bil shouted.

'Visibility stil good!' Gary shouted back.

[500 feet. 300 feet.]

'Fuel?' Bil snapped.

[What, Bil ?]

'Put her down, Major!' Bil ordered.

'That's what I'm doing!' Gary said.

[100 feet. 50 feet. 10 feet.]

There was a nerve-racking jolt, then a silence so complete it was unnerving.

[Touchdown.]

'Good job, Major,' Bil said.

'Goddamn,' Gary said to the bil ions listening on Earth.

After traveling four hundred mil ion miles, they had reached their goal.

FOURTEEN

Terry knew he was wearing a foolish smile, but it felt too good to take off. Kathy from California had on a grin of her own that was far from cool. They

were sitting in the corner of a coffee shop not far from Mission Control, toying with glasses of milk and servings of uneaten pie, glancing at the TV in

the corner where Colonel Wil iam Brent and Professor James Ranoth were walking on Mars. Terry thought he had been ready to see people

walking on another planet, but every time he looked at the TV it just blew his mind. Soon Lauren would join them. His own woman. Christ, what a

day.

'How can they get around with those bulky suits on?' Kathy asked.

'Lauren says wearing the suit is like being surrounded by an air bubble,' Terry said. 'They look heavier than they are. And don't forget the gravity is

only one-third that of Earth's.'

Kathy rubbed her hands together for warmth. It was a cold rainy day in Houston. A draft from a nearby window was taking the steam out of their

coffee. 'I can't wait til Gary's out there,' she said.

'That probably won't be for a while, from what we've heard,' Terry reminded her. 'He's fixing a generator.'

'It's not serious, though,' Kathy said quickly, half asking.

Terry shrugged. 'You know how they build spaceships these days. They're ful of spare parts. If he can't fix it, they'l toss it out the window and no one

wil notice the difference.'

Kathy laughed. She reached over and touched his arm. "Thanks again for getting me a badge to go inside the control area. If it wasn't for you, I

wouldn't have been able to send Gary a message.'

Terry had no problem with assisting Gary with his love life, as long as Gary didn't start asking what Lauren liked in bed. It was not that he felt jealous

of Gary; it was just that he looked like a saltless pretzel when he stood next to Gary. Fortunately, Gary was something of an overgrown boy, and

Lauren had reassured him that guys like that were only good for multiple orgasms and nothing else. Terry was pretty sure she had been kidding.

'Have you seen Lorraine today?' he asked. He already knew the story about the crazy sister. He hoped he had a chance to meet with Lorraine

personal y to gather material for a future book. When Gary had awakened, he had arranged for Kathy to pick up an ID badge at Mission Control so

that they could exchange personal tapes. Unfortunately Lorraine had arrived first and claimed the badge. Apparently, when she wanted to, she

could talk exactly like Kathy. She had already sneaked into Mission Control and sent a message to Gary, which drove him nuts. It quickly became

clear to him that Lorraine couldn't be stopped unless security was alerted to her presence. Yet if that happened, the papers would get hold of the

story and tel the whole world about Lorraine. With that in mind, both Gary and Lauren had sent Terry a message explaining the situation and asking

for his help. That was how Terry had come to meet Kathy Johnson. It had been a snap for

him to get Kathy another badge. But getting the first one back was turning into a problem.

Kathy moaned. 'No, I haven't seen her. I have no idea where she is.'

'Has Lorraine always been like this?'

'She's been saying crazy things since she learned to talk.' Kathy changed the subject. 'When Gary was in California, he told me that Lauren had

raised a younger sister al by herself.'

Terry nodded. 'That's Jenny.'

'How old is she?'

'Nineteen years younger than Lauren. Thirteen.'

'Where is she?' Kathy asked.

'She's staying in Wyoming. I own a cabin there.'

'Does she have family there?'

'No. As far as family is concerned, Lauren and Jenny have only each other. But Jenny's staying with people I've known for years. Which reminds me

- I should cal Jenny now. Would you excuse me for a moment?'

'Sure. I'l get us more coffee. Our waitress looks glued to the screen.'

Terry stood. 'Yeah. The more you look at that place, the harder it is to look away.'

Terry went to an empty booth at the rear of the crowded shop and sat down before the video phone. A few buttons pushed and Jennifer appeared

on the screen. She had a fire going. The TV set was off. She smiled faintly when she saw who it was.

'Terry,' she said. 'I knew it would be you.'

'I've been trying to reach you. What are you up to? Stil working on your story?'

Jennifer nodded. 'I'm using the typewriter you got me. It's the best present I've ever received. What have you been doing?'

Terry felt disappointed. 'Don't you know Lauren has landed on Mars? Haven't you had the TV on?'

'I know she's there.'

'Aren't you excited? Aren't you proud of her?'

'I've always been proud of Lauren,' she said softly.

'She's been asking about you.'

'I know. I'l turn on the TV.'

'Good. I wish you were here.'

She shook her head sadly. 'I can't come.'

'Have you been having any nightmares?'

Her eyes strayed to the fire. 'They're gone. But I stay up at night and write my story. I have to finish it. There's a way to go.'

'Is Daniel there?' Terry asked.

'He was here. But I sent him off to do things.'

I sent him off.

'Professor Ranoth was asking for you, too,' Terry said.

Jennifer brightened. 'Jim's with them?'

'Of course. You knew he was going.'

'He's with Lauren?'

'They're together on the same planet.'

Jennifer seemed to lose interest. 'It doesn't matter. Tel him hel o for me. Tel him I'm stil wearing the ring.'

Kathy knocked on the booth. She gestured back toward the TV. Terry understood Lauren was about to climb out of the Hawk.

'Jenny,' he said, 'I've got to go. Lauren's about to walk on the surface of Mars. It's on TV if you want to watch, on almost every channel. I'l cal you

later tonight, OK?'

'Fine,' Jennifer said, her voice forlorn. 'Tel Lauren I love her, and that I think about her al the time.'

'I'l do that,' he said.

FIFTEEN

The Hawk had three levels. The top level was the control room. That was where they had sat during the landing. It was the heart of the lander.

Besides containing the propulsion controls, it also housed Friend's brain and their communication system. On the second level were the personal

quarters: two smal bedrooms attached to a central living area. The second level was also used for storage. The bottom level they cal ed the

basement. It contained a kitchen, a bathroom, a laboratory, the airlock and the garage. The garage housed two extraordinary vehicles. One was a

lightweight jeep with six-foot-tal wheels that could waltz over boulders. The other was more jet than car, a missile with four seats and a windshield

attached. It had earned the nickname Hummingbird. Hummingbird floated and accelerated on an invisible jet cushion, and would be especial y

valuable when they explored around Olympus Mons, in the mountainous Tharsis region.

For al its three levels, the Hawk was a tight squeeze. Lauren was anxious to get outside and stretch. At present she was in the basement, checking

her pressure suit for the third time. Jessica worked an arm's reach away, preparing a soil sample for incubation to see if it contained organic

compounds. Gary was in the basement, too, lying under a

massive insulated coil and repairing a generator that had been damaged in the landing. He was fuming to go outside, and was mad at Bil for

making him repair the generator first. Lauren stepped on his toes as she climbed into the airlock.

'Watch out for the natives, Doc,' he cal ed.

'Gotcha,' Lauren said. A door rifled shut behind her. Fans sucked the atmosphere away. When she returned inside she would be blasted with

scalding steam and rinsed with disinfectant. They were infinitely cautious of an infection. An alien breed of germs, total y foreign to their bodies'

defenses, could wipe them out as surely as giant insect monsters. Such an infection could wipe out the entire world if they brought it home with

them.

The external door of the airlock final y opened, and Lauren was face to face with Mars. She could have been on a Hol ywood set. There were

cameras pointed at her, and the rusty landscape and pink sky looked like one giant prop. There were rocks everywhere.

Lauren remembered that bil ions on Earth were watching. She started down the ladder, praying she didn't look like a klutz, and worrying what her

first words should be. Bil had stepped onto Mars and walked around for two minutes before saying a word. Jim had made a remark about opening

a real estate office. Lauren paused on the last rung of the ladder, stil thinking.

God. Destiny. The stars. The future. Evolution.

Final y she gave up and hopped off the ladder and said the first thing that came to her 'This place is better than Disneyland!'

Gary snickered inside her helmet. Because the Martian atmosphere was extremely thin, normal conversation was impossible. However, scientists

had devised acoustical

sensors that could pick up faint sound waves and boost them a hundredfold. With these instruments attached to the outside of their helmets - they

were cal ed vocals - they could talk to each other without the aid of radio. They could even hear the wind rising, and rocks fal ing, and monsters

approaching. Lauren opened her vocals now and grabbed the cel ophane-wrapped American flag that stood at the foot of the ladder. Bil had put it

there and it was a stupid place; they would fry the flag when they fired their rockets at take off. Flag in hand, she bounced towards Jim, enjoying the

gentle gravity. Jim had half buried himself in a hole he was digging.

'Are you off line?' Lauren asked.

'Yes,' Jim said.

'Seen any monsters?'

'No.'

'Tired?' she asked.

'A bit.' He kil ed his pneumatic dril and tried to wipe the perspiration from his brow. Then he laughed. 'Is there no way to get the sweat out of your

eyes?'

'There is. Take a break. Doctor's orders. Here, I'l give you a hand.' She pul ed him out of the hole without effort. 'Find anything interesting?'

'A couple of humanoid skeletons. The usual.'

'Want to help me replant the flag?' Lauren asked.

'Where?'

Lauren pointed. 'On that rise. The camera is facing that way.'

As they scaled the shal ow hil , Lauren noted how hard and brittle the ground was beneath the thin layer of covering dust, as if the surface had been

baked in an enormous oven. Jim had a hammer with him, but pounding the flagpole into the ground took them several minutes.

'Stay there,' Jim said. He backed away and raised his camera.

'Should I salute?' Lauren asked.

Jim crouched down. 'Only if you're feeling patriotic'

Lauren gave an exaggerated salute and said, 'I claim this world for al the future generations of mankind.'

The flag toppled the instant Jim snapped the picture. Brushing the red sand from the stars and stripes, Lauren wondered if she had said the wrong

thing.

In the corner of the basement that was their kitchen, Jessica helped Lauren fix hot chocolate for the men. Six hours had passed since Lauren's

excursion, and the sun was two hours below the horizon. Outside the weather was lousy - seventy below - but that was the trouble with showing up

during a mil ion-year ice age. Bil was in the control room reporting to Houston on the progress of their mission. Jim and Gary were just up the

ladder, in the living area. Gary was reading The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury and trying to defend himself against Friend's emotionless

criticism of the repair job he had done on the generator. Jim was studying soil samples. Now he asked if he could have a cup of coffee instead of

hot chocolate.

'But Lauren,' he said, from the level above. 'I've been awake a week. The caffeine won't shock my system. Oreos don't taste good without coffee.

Plus I hate hot chocolate.'

'NASA wouldn't have given us the coffee,' Gary added, 'if we weren't supposed to drink it.'

'Jim smuggled it aboard,' Lauren cal ed.

'God wouldn't have given us coffee,' Jim said, 'if it wasn't good for us.'

'What about Oreo cookies?' Lauren asked. 'God didn't give us Oreo cookies. Al that junk is just junk. I won't have you getting sick.'

'It satisfies the soul,' Jim said. 'Man does not live by vitamin complexes and protein powders alone. I can't work without my cup of coffee.'

Lauren looked at Jessica, saying, 'Al he eats is sweets. I should never have let him bring those cookies aboard the Hawk. We have strict menus