“The hell with the schedule,” Jamie said.
“The hell with your ‘village’!” Patel shouted. “The hell with your fantasies!”
Jamie took a deep breath, trying to control his seething temper. Then, “Listen, both of you. Our job here is to seek the truth-and not be afraid of finding it. We’ve got to go back to the canyon.”
“No,” said Patel, anger simmering in his dark face.
“I’m afraid I must agree with Rava,” Naguib said reluctantly. “Our mission here is clearly defined. We are the first scouts, our task is to make the preliminary reconnaissance. We have two other regions scheduled for overland traverses before our forty-nine days are finished. Others will come to study the planet in greater detail on follow-on missions. We are not here to swallow everything in one gulp.”
Jamie looked at the two of them. Patel, worried that his excursion to the goddammed volcano might be in jeopardy. Naguib, willing to let others get the glory. Jamie thought that the Egyptian was old enough to become an administrator when they returned to Earth; his days as an active scientist are finished. He’ll go back to Egypt and be a famous man, get a prestigious chair in a university and be solidly fixed for the rest of his life. What the hell does he care?
“What makes you so damned certain there’ll be follow-on missions?” Jamie asked. “If the goddammed politicians have their way we’ll be the last expedition to Mars as well as the first one.”
Naguib and Patel looked at each other, dumbstruck, as if the idea had never occurred to them before.
Jamie grimaced and turned slightly on his stool. The display screen still showed the enhanced image of the rock formation: straight walls with some detritus at their base, set well back into the rock cleft, protected by the massive overhang of deep red iron-rich stone.
“Okay,” he said calmly. “If you won’t back me on this I’ll just have to ask Dr. Li by myself.”
The two other men groaned their displeasure.
Even over the whirring hum of the centrifuge Ilona Malater could hear the argument among the geologists growing into vehemence.
Ah, she said to herself, Jamie is showing some passion at last.
Joanna Brumado, a few feet away from Ilona at her workstation in the biology lab, heard the argument too. She looked worried, almost frightened as the men snapped at each other. She’s frightened for Jamie’s sake, Ilona thought. She cares about our Red Indian more than she is willing to admit. Perhaps more than she herself realizes.
Smiling inwardly, Ilona returned her attention to the whirling centrifuge and the work she was trying to finish. With the tedious, time-consuming care of the most conservative of chemists, she had spent the past several days tenderly baking the water out of half a dozen of the corings drilled out of the Martian ground. Only half a dozen, to start. The other core samples she left strictly alone, safe inside their protective boxes, as a control on her experiment.
The permafrost yielded its water easily enough. With Monique Bonnet’s help, Ilona had tested the water, analyzed it with every instrument the laboratory had. It was water, all right: H2O, heavily laced with carbon dioxide and minerals such as iron and silicon.
Jamie’s changing, Ilona thought as she watched the arms of the bench-top centrifuge spin blurringly. We all are. Mars is changing us. Even Tony is different now; he tries to maintain his air of English imperturbability, but I can see that something deep inside him has changed. He’s not the same man he was aboard the spacecraft. Something is eating away at him.
Is it Joanna? she wondered. Does Tony really care that much about bedding our Brazilian princess?
As if she sensed Ilona’s thoughts, Joanna looked up from the work she was bent over, right into Ilona’s eyes. For an instant Ilona felt flushed, caught red-handed. But just then the centrifuge finished its run and began to slow down, its thin shrill whine sighing to a fainter note, its arms slowly drooping as if exhausted from the work it had been doing.
Joanna slipped off her stool and came down the length of the lab bench to stand beside Ilona.