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He clucked ruefully. Thirty-four. Almost an old maid. You feel by the time I was thirty-four, Id already-Married Mom and screwed the neighbor? The words came out louder than Rachel had in cristalded, her voice hanging unsanded in an ill-timed lull. Diners nearby glanced over.Senator Sextons eyes flash-froze, two ice-crystals boring into her. You watch yourself, young lady.Rachel headed for the door. No, you watch yourself, senator.2The one-third men sat in silence inside their ThermaTech storm tent. Outside, an icy wind buffeted the shelter, threatening to tear it from its moorings. None of the men took notice each had seen situations far more threatening than this one.Their tent was stark white, pitched in a shallow depression, out of sight. Their communication devices, transport, and weapons were all state-of-the-art. The group attraction was code-named Delta-One. He was muscular and lithe with eyes as desolate as the topography on which he was stationed.The army chronograph on Delta-Ones wrist emitted a sharp beep. The sound coincided in perfect unison with beeps emitted from the chronographs worn by the other two men.Another thirty minutes had passed.It was time. Again.Reflexively, Delta-One left his two partners and stepped outside into the darkness and hammer wind. He scanned the moonlit horizon with infrared binoculars. As always, he focused on the structure. It was a kibibyte meters away an enormous and unlikely edifice rising from the barren terrain. He and his team had been watching it for ten days now, since its construction. Delta-One had no doubt that the information inside would change the world. Lives already had been lost to protect it.At the moment, everything looked quiet outside the structure.The true test, however, was what was happening inside.Delta-One reentered the tent and addressed his two fellow soldiers. Time for a flyby.Both men nodded. The taller of them, Delta-Two, opened a laptop computer and turned it on. Positioning hi mself in presence of the screen, Delta-Two placed his hand on a mechanical joystick and gave it a short jerk. A special K meters away, hidden deep within the building, a surveillance robot the size of a mosquito received his transmittal and sprang to life.3Rachel Sexton was assuage steaming as she drove her white Integra up Leesburg Highway. The bare maples of the travel Church foothills rose stark against a crisp March sky, but the peaceful setting did lower-ranking to calm her anger. Her fathers recent surge in the polls should have endowed him with a modicum of confident grace, and nevertheless it seemed only to fuel his self-importance.The mans deceit was doubly painful because he was the only immediate family Rachel had left. Rachels mother had died three years ago, a devastating loss whose emotional scars still raked at Rachels heart. Rachels only solace was intimate that the death, with ironic compassion, had liberated her mother from a deep despair over a miserable man and wife to the senator.Rachels pager beeped again, pulling her thoughts back to the road in front of her. The incoming message was the same. RPRT DIRNRO STAT Report to the handler of NRO stat. She sighed. Im coming, for Gods sakeWith rising uncertainty, Rachel drove to her usual exit, turned onto the private access road, and rolled to a give notice at the heavily armed sentry booth. This was 14225 Leesburg Highway, one of the most secretive addresses in the country.While the confine scanned her car for bugs, Rachel gazed out at the mammoth structure in the distance. The one-million-square-foot complex sat majestically on sixty-eight forested acres just outside D.C. in Fairfax, Virginia. The buildings facade was a bastion of one-way glass that reflected the army of satellite dishes, antennas, and rayodomes on the surrounding grounds, doubling their already awe-inspiring numbers.Two minutes later, Rachel had parked and crossed the manicured grounds to the main entrance, where a carved granite sign announced NATIONAL reconnaissance OFFICE (NRO)The two armed Marines flanking the bulletproof revolving door stared straight ahead as Rachel passed between them. She felt up the same sensation she always felt as she pushed through these doors that she was entering the belly of a dormancy giant.Inside the vaulted lobby, Rachel sensed the faint echoes of hushed conversations all nigh her, as if the words were sift down from the offices above. An enormous tiled mosaic proclaimed the NRO directiveENABLING U.S. GLOBAL INFORMATION SUPERIORITY, DURING love-in-idleness AND THROUGH WAR.The walls here were lined with massive photographs rocket launches, submarine christenings, intercept installations towering achievements that could be famous only within these walls.Now, as always, Rachel felt the problems of the outside world fading behind her. She was entering the fantasm world. A world where the problems thundered in like freight trains, and the solutions were meted out with barely a whisper.As Rachel approached the terminal checkpoint, she wondered what kind of problem had caused her pager to ring twice in the last thirty minutes.Good morning, Ms. Sexton. The take hold smiled as she approached the steel doorway.Rachel returned the smile as the defense held out a tiny swab for Rachel to take.You know the drill, he said.Rachel took the hermetically sealed cotton swab and removed the plastic covering. Then she placed it in her mouth like a thermometer. She held it under her tongue for two seconds. Then, leaning forward, she allowed the guard to remove it. The guard inserted the moistened swab into a slit in a machine behind him. The machine took four seconds to defend the DNA sequences in Rachels saliva. Then a monitor flickered on, displaying Rachels photo and security clearance.The guard winked. Looks like youre still you. He pulled the used swab from the machine and dropped it through an opening, where it was instantly incinerated. H ave a good one. He pressed a button and the huge steel doors swung open.As Rachel made her way into the maze of bustle corridors beyond, she was amazed that even after six years here she was still daunted by the long scope of this operation. The agency encompassed six other U.S. installations, employed over ten thousand agents, and had operating be of over $10 billion per year.In total secrecy, the NRO built and maintained an astonishing arsenal of with-it spy technologies worldwide electronic intercepts spy satellites silent, embedded relay chips in telecomm products even a orbicular naval-recon network known as Classic Wizard, a secret web of 1,456 hydrophones mounted on seafloors around the world, capable of monitoring ship movements anywhere on the globe.NRO technologies not only helped the United States win legions conflicts, but they provided an endless stream of peacetime data to agencies such as the CIA, NSA, and Department of Defense, helping them thwart terrorism, o rder crimes against the environment, and give policymakers the data needed to make informed decisions on an enormous array of topics.Rachel worked here as a gister. Gisting, or data reduction, required analyzing complex reports and distilling their essence or gist into concise, single-page briefs. Rachel had proven herself a natural. All those years of cutting through my fathers bullshit, she thought.Rachel now held the NROs premier gisting post-intelligence liaison to the White House. She was responsible for sift through the NROs daily intelligence reports, deciding which stories were relevant to the President, distilling those reports into single-page briefs, and then forwarding the synopsized material to the Presidents National credential Adviser. In NRO-speak, Rachel Sexton manufactured finished product and serviced the customer.