CHAPTER ONEMUROROA ATOLL
JUNE 14, 1992
One hundred and seventy feet above the concrete launch pad, Roberta Lincoln crawled out onto one of the horizontal swing arms of the towering rocket gantry. A small green gecko scurried out of her way as the fortyish American woman clambered on her hands and knees across the steel bridge toward her target: an Ariane rocket primed for takeoff.The more things change, the more they really do stay the same,
Roberta thought wryly. Twenty-five years ago, her longtime friend and supervisor, Gary Seven, had crept across a...