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〃What we were trained to do；〃 Delta…One snapped； taking over。 〃Improvise。〃
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Wailee Ming lay on his stomach beside the extraction hole； his right arm extended over the rim trying to extract a water sample。 His eyes were definitely not playing tricks on him； his face； now only a yard or so from the water； could see everything perfectly。
This is incredible！
Straining harder； Ming maneuvered the beaker in his fingers； trying to reach down to the surface of the water。 All he needed was another few inches。
Unable to extend his arm any farther； Ming repositioned himself closer to the hole。 He pressed the toes of his boots against the ice and firmly replanted his left hand on the rim。 Again； he extended his right arm as far as he could。 Almost。 He shifted a little closer。 Yes！ The edge of the beaker broke the surface of the water。 As the liquid flowed into the container； Ming stared in disbelief。
Then； without warning； something utterly inexplicable occurred。 Out of the darkness； like a bullet from a gun； flew a tiny speck of metal。 Ming only saw it for a fraction of a second before it smashed into his right eye。
The human instinct to protect one's eyes was so innately ingrained； that despite Ming's brain telling him that any sudden movements risked his balance； he recoiled。 It was a jolting reaction more out of surprise than pain。 Ming's left hand； closest to his face； shot up reflexively to protect the assaulted eyeball。 Even as his hand was in motion； Ming knew he had made a mistake。 With all of his weight leaning forward； and his only means of support suddenly gone； Wailee Ming teetered。 He recovered too late。 Dropping the beaker and trying to grab on to the slick ice to stop his fall； he slipped…plummeting forward into the darkened hole。
The fall was only four feet； and yet as Ming hit the icy water head first he felt like his face had hit pavement at fifty miles an hour。 The liquid that engulfed his face was so cold it felt like burning acid。 It brought an instantaneous spike of panic。
Upside down and in the darkness； Ming was momentarily disoriented； not knowing which way to turn toward the surface。 His heavy camel…hair coat kept the icy blast from his body…but only for a second or two。 Finally righting himself； Ming came sputtering up for air； just as the water found its way to his back and chest； engulfing his body in a lung…crushing vise of cold。
〃Hee。。。 lp；〃 he gasped； but Ming could barely pull in enough air to let out a whimper。 He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him。
〃Heee。。。 lp！〃 His cries were inaudible even to himself。 Ming clambered toward the side of the extraction pit and tried to pull himself out。 The wall before him was vertical ice。 Nothing to grab。 Underwater； his boots kicked the side of the wall； searching for a foothold。 Nothing。 He strained upward； reaching for the rim。 It was only a foot out of reach。
Ming's muscles were already having trouble responding。 He kicked his legs harder； trying to propel himself high enough up the wall to grab the rim。 His body felt like lead； and his lungs seemed to have shrunk to nothing； as if they were being crushed by a python。 His water…laden coat was getting heavier by the second； pulling him downward。 Ming tried to pull it off his body； but the heavy fabric stuck。
〃Help。。。 me！〃
The fear came on in torrents now。
Drowning； Ming had once read； was the most horrific death imaginable。 He had never dreamed he would find himself on the verge of experiencing it。 His muscles refused to cooperate with his mind； and already he was fighting just to keep his head above water。 His soggy clothing pulled him downward as his numb fingers scratched the sides of the pit。
His screams were only in his mind now。
And then it happened。
Ming went under。 The sheer terror of being conscious of his own impending death was something he never imagined he would experience。 And yet here he was。。。 sinking slowly down the sheer ice wall of a two…hundred…foot…deep hole in the ice。 Multitudes of thoughts flashed before his eyes。 Moments from his childhood。 His career。 He wondered if anyone would find him down here。 Or would he simply sink to the bottom and freeze there。。。 entombed in the glacier for all time。
Ming's lungs were screaming for oxygen。 He held his breath； still trying to kick toward the surface。 Breathe！ He fought the reflex； clamping his insensate lips together。 Breathe！ He tried in vain to swim upward。 Breathe！ At that instant； in a deadly battle of human reflex against reason； Ming's breathing instinct overcame his ability to keep his mouth closed。
Wailee Ming inhaled。
The water crashing into his lungs felt like scalding oil on his sensitive pulmonary tissue。 He felt like he was burning from the inside out。 Cruelly； water does not kill immediately。 Ming spent seven horrifying seconds inhaling in the icy water； each breath more painful than the last； each inhalation offering none of what his body so desperately craved。
Finally； as Ming slid downward into the icy darkness； he felt himself going unconscious。 He weled the escape。 All around him in the water Ming saw tiny glowing specks of light。 It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen。
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The East Appointment Gate of the White House is located on East Executive Avenue between the Treasury Department and the East Lawn。 The reinforced perimeter fence and cement bollards installed after the attack on the Marine barracks in Beirut give this entry an air that is anything but weling。
Outside the gate； Gabrielle Ashe checked her watch； feeling a growing nervousness。 It was 4：45 P。M。； and still nobody had made contact。
EAST APPOINTMENT GATE； 4：30 P。M。 E ALONE。
Here I am； she thought。 Where are you？
Gabrielle scanned the faces of the tourists milling about； waiting for someone to catch her eye。 A few men looked her over and moved on。 Gabrielle was beginning to wonder if this had been such a good idea。 She sensed the Secret Serviceman in the sentry shack had his eye on her now。 Gabrielle decided her informant had gotten cold feet。 Gazing one last time through the heavy fence toward the White House； Gabrielle sighed and turned to go。
〃Gabrielle Ashe？〃 the Secret Serviceman called out behind her。
Gabrielle wheeled； her heart catching in her throat。 Yes？
The man in the guard shack waved her over。 He was lean with a humorless face。 〃Your party is ready to see you now。〃 He unlocked the main gate and motioned for her to enter。
Gabrielle's feet refused to move。 〃I'm ing inside？〃
The guard nodded。 〃I was asked to apologize for keeping you waiting。〃
Gabrielle looked at the open doorway and still could not move。 What's going on！ This was not at all what she had expected。
〃You are Gabrielle Ashe； are you not？〃 the guard demanded； looking impatient now。
〃Yes； sir； but…〃
〃Then I strongly suggest you follow me。〃
Gabrielle's feet jolted into motion。 As she stepped tentatively over the threshold； the gate slammed shut behind her。
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Two days without sunlight had rearranged Michael Tolland's biological clock。 Although his watch said it was late afternoon； Tolland's body insisted it was the middle of the nig