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Still holding her smashed nose, Adonia watched Garibaldi shimmy down the rope. He slipped, trying to keep his grip, then finally, halfway down, he let go and dropped like a stone the remaining twenty feet to the pool. The water level had dropped noticeably, leaving less than six feet of water above the tall radioactive rods.
For an agonizing moment as she clung to the boom high above, Adonia thought he was going to hit one of the upright rods as he fell in the pool. Garibaldi struck feetfirst, his toes pointed down, and a geyser of water shot up as he plunged deep. Adonia wiped dripping blood from her face as she struggled to see.
A few seconds later, Garibaldi splashed back to the surface and began stroking over to where the toppled rods had fallen against the fiber-reinforced plastic wall. Water still sprayed from the breach, but at least the shock wave from his impact hadn’t made the damage worse.
Shawn swung down the boom and climbed next to her. He was angry and worried. “What the hell does he think he’s doing?” He reached out to touch her throbbing face, and his fingers came away wet with red. “He hit you!”
“I wasn’t going to let him go.” Pinching her smashed nose, she looked down as blood dripped onto her fingers and then fell into the open air. “He took me by surprise, made sure I wouldn’t be able to stop him.” Her voice sounded strange in her ears.
“He’s down there now. It is what it is.” Shawn watched Garibaldi swim into position. “Now we’ve got to help him raise the rod.” He started pulling down on the rope to give them enough slack to serve as a counterweight. “I can’t say I’m not glad that it wasn’t you.”
She sniffled, coughed blood. “He told us to head up the ventilation shaft. If we can alert Rob Harris, we could really help the nuclear response team take care of this before it gets worse.”
“We can’t leave Garibaldi here, no matter what he says. He still needs our help.” Shawn looped the slack around a horizontal strut to serve as a pulley and handed a portion of the rope to Adonia. “Pull down when he’s ready — I’ll get below you and help.”
Down in the pool, Garibaldi swam to the other end of the rope. Adonia leaned over and called down, “Take the rope and loop it around the fuel rod. Let us know when it’s secure and we’ll lever it up.”
He gave a brisk nod, grabbed the end of the line, and plunged underwater. Adonia’s heart felt heavy, knowing what the scientist was doing to himself as he stroked down to the highly radioactive rods. But she also knew what was at stake; they all did.
Focusing on the task at hand, she and Shawn positioned themselves on the sturdy boom, getting ready to use their body weight to pull their end of the line and haul up the end of the rod. She was just below the horizontal strut they would use as a pulley; Shawn was two struts below her.
Garibaldi’s wavering form went deeper, pulling the rope with him as he worked his way down to the fallen fuel rod that trapped the body. He seemed to be struggling.
Adonia felt a lump in her throat. She knew how hard it was to dive that deep, even for a championship swimmer like herself, especially holding a rope in one hand.
“He thought it would be easy,” she said, looking down at Shawn. “The rods are about twenty feet down, and that would be a challenge under normal circumstances.” By now, she knew his lungs must be ready to explode as he ran out of air.
“I should have been the one to do it, Shawn.” If Garibaldi failed, she would have to jump down to save him anyway, and then both of them would receive a lethal exposure. She felt sick at the thought.
Bubbles rose from the ripples where Garibaldi had submerged. She and Shawn could still see him working among the fallen rods. He would be looping the end of the rope around the top of the fuel rod, near Pulaski’s trapped body. The temperature would be much warmer in the pool now, and Garibaldi would severely burn his hands just by handling the long radioactive cylinder. He wouldn’t even see the flood of neutrons pouring through his body.
He seemed to stay down forever.
Finally, Garibaldi stroked upward, moving urgently, and burst to the surface again, gasping and coughing. Treading water, he finally called up at them. “Go ahead… pull it up! I’ll go back down and free the body.” He heaved deep breaths, getting ready to dive again.
Two struts below, Shawn tugged on the rope looped around the horizontal strut above her, taking in the excess slack until it was taut. He looked up at Adonia. “On your count, pull down on the rope as hard as you can. With the two of us throwing our weight into it, we should be able to raise the end of the rod enough for Garibaldi to pull the body free.” He hesitated. “How’s your nose?”
She wiped her face, but by now the bleeding had slowed. “Still hurts. Let’s do this.”
Grasping the rope with both hands, Shawn leaned back at an angle on the lattice boom, using the rope for balance. Adonia wrapped a leg around one of the diagonal struts, also bracing herself. She called down to Garibaldi. “Ready!”
The older scientist gulped one more deep breath and dove. He stroked down, heading toward the bottom. Just before he reached the Senator’s body, she shouted to Shawn, “Pull!” They both threw their weight onto the rope, helping Garibaldi. As she exerted herself, blood dripped from her nose again, and she felt dizzy.
The rope barely moved.
“Again!”
The rope moved a few inches.
Hand over hand, Adonia and Shawn pulled down, serving as a counterweight for the heavy fallen rod. She wished she had gloves for a better grip on the line.
They had pulled no more than a foot when Shawn spoke in a strained voice: “Hold it there — that might be enough.”
Throwing their weight against the rope, they watched Garibaldi’s uncertain form struggle to free the dead man from the fallen rod, finally dragging the figure loose. Pulling his burden, he swam, kicking toward the lower wall of the pool.
The Senator’s drowned body would be close to neutral buoyancy, easily maneuverable. Once Garibaldi positioned the corpse to cover the breach in the inside wall, the force of the water pressure would hold the plug firmly in place.
Holding her breath, Adonia watched the gushing water from the breach in the wall slow to a trickle, then stop. “He plugged the leak!” she said.
“There’s that at least,” Shawn said. “The water level will stay stable for now.”
Seconds later, Garibaldi’s head broke the surface, his gray-white hair plastered to his skull. He gasped for breath. “Got to get the rope free.” Without waiting for a response, he dove back down.
“Give the rope some slack so he can untie the knot,” Shawn said.
They slowly loosened the line, letting the fuel rod settle back against the adjacent rod. Garibaldi didn’t stay down long, and soon popped back to the surface, gasping and exhausted.
Adonia knew that with the halothane still thick on the floor of the cavern, the scientist could never climb down the side of the pool and make his way back to the crane and climb up again. “We’ll have to haul him up with the rope,” she said.
Utterly weary, Garibaldi grabbed the rope still dangling from the crane boom high above. After Adonia shouted instructions, he tied the end in a loop around his chest and waved up. His voice was rough and weak. “You don’t expect me to spend the rest of the day in this hot tub, do you?”
With her hands sore and her nose still bleeding, she didn’t know how they would pull up two hundred pounds of dead weight, but it was obvious he would never be able to scale the rope himself.
“He weighs a lot less than a fuel rod,” Shawn said, and again positioned himself below her, determined to try. “Again, if we pull together, we’ll haul him up, one foot at a time. Piece of cake.” He gave her a wan smile. “Just don’t let go of the rope.”