“A month’s pay.”
In the end they had agreed to it. Pancho knew that they figured she’d chicken out after twenty-thirty seconds and they’d have her money without her killing herself.
She figured otherwise.
So she used the galley phone to call her bank in Lubbock. A few taps on the phone’s touchtone keypad and she had set up a new account and dumped five months’ pay into it. All five of the other jocks watched the phone’s tiny screen to make certain Pancho wasn’t playing any tricks.
Then each of them in turn called their banks and deposited a month’s pay into Pancho’s new account. Pancho listened to the singsong beeping of the phone as she laid her plans for the coming challenge.
Pancho suggested they use the airlock down at the far end of the maintenance module. “We don’t want some science geek poppin’ in on us and gettin’ so torqued he punches the safety alarm,” she said.
They all agreed easily. So they floated through two lab modules and the shabby-looking habitat module where the long-term researchers were housed and finally made it to the cavernous maintenance unit. There, by the airlock, Pancho chose a spacesuit from the half-dozen standard models lined up against the bulkhead, size large because of her height. She quickly wriggled into it. They even helped her put on the boots and check out the suit’s systems.
Pancho pulled the helmet over her head and clicked the neck seal shut.
“Okay,” she said, through the helmet’s open visor. “Who’s gonna time me?”
“I will,” said one of the guys, raising his forearm to show an elaborate digital wristwatch.
“You go in the lock,” said the man beside him, “pump it down and open the outside hatch.”
“And you watch me through the port,” Pancho said, tapping the thick round window on the airlock’s inner hatch with gloved knuckles.
“Check. When I say go, you open your visor.”
“And I’ll time you,” said the guy with the fancy wristwatch.
Pancho nodded inside the helmet.
Amanda looked concerned. “Are you absolutely certain that you want to go through with this? You could kill yourself, Pancho.”
“She can’t back out now!”
“Not unless she wants to forfeit five months’ pay.”
“But seriously,” Amanda said. “I’m wiling to call off the bet. After all-”
Pancho reached out and tousled her curly blonde hair. “Don’t sweat it, Mandy.”
With that, she stepped through the open airlock hatch and slid down her visor. She waved to them as they swung the hatch shut. She heard the pump start to clatter; the sound quickly dwindled as the air was sucked out of the metal-walled chamber. When the telltale light by the inner hatch turned red, Pancho touched the button that slid the outer hatch open.
For a moment she forgot what she was up to as she drank in the overwhelming beauty of the Earth spread out before her dazzled eyes. Brilliantly bright, intensely blue oceans and enormous sweeps of clouds so white it almost hurt to look upon them. It was glorious, an overwhelming panorama that never failed to make her heart beat faster.
You’ve got work to do, girl, she reminded herself sternly.
Turning to the inner hatch, she could see all five of their faces clustered around the little circular port. None of them had the sense to find a radio, Pancho knew, so she gestured to her sealed helmet visor with a gloved finger. They all nodded vigorously and the guy with the fancy wristwatch held it up where Pancho could see it.
The others backed away from the port while the guy stared hard at his wristwatch. He held up four fingers, then three…
Counting down, Pancho understood.
… two, one. He jabbed a finger like a make-believe pistol at Pancho, the signal that she was to lift her visor now.
Instead, Pancho launched herself out the airlock, into empty space.
LA GUAIRA
Martin Humphries looked irked. “What’s so funny about the Asteroid Belt?”
Dan shook his head. “Not funny, really. Just… I didn’t expect that from you. You’ve got a reputation for being a hard-headed businessman.”
“I’d like to believe that I am,” Humphries said.