Sixty-TwoAll remaining bottles of champagne explode together, enveloping the control room in spray. The exuberance sweeps through the visitors’ gallery up and beyond into the lobby. No New Year’s celebration, not the millennium, has witnessed such yelling and cheering. To talk is futile. Garrett descends from the deck, mobbed, and seeks Machuzak out. “That was one hell of a show, Mac,” he shouts over the noise, gripping the scientist’s hand. “This never would have happened without you.”
“Without a lot of people.”
Theresa is only a step behind. She and Nathaniel embrace silently, a space within the noise and downfalling streamers and wipe away tears. D’Abro has waited her turn patiently, then practically jumps onto Machuzak, embracing him so tightly he must fight for breath.
“See ya late
