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look for it and was never seen again。〃
She took another sip of tea and placed the bottle carefully beside the portfolio。 〃Today； people assume these are all just myths； or maybe lies told by the Indians。 But I don't think it was either a myth or a lie。 The location of the lost city is too consistent across all of the stories。 I believe the reason nobody has ever found this city is because it is hidden in the most remote section of the lower 48。 Like other Anasazi cities； it was probably built high up on a cliff； in an alcove or under an overhang。 Or perhaps it's simply been buried in drifting sand。 And that's where you e in。 You've got what I need； Peter。 A radar system that can pinpoint the city。〃
Despite himself； Holroyd found himself drawn into the story and its promise of adventure。 He cleared his throat； searching for a note of reasonableness。 〃Excuse me for saying it； but this is rather a long shot。 First of all； if the city is hidden； no radar could see it。〃
〃But I understand your Terrestrial Imager can see through sand as well as clouds and darkness。〃
〃That's correct。 But not rock。 If it's under a ledge； forget it。 Second…〃
〃But I don't want you to find the city itself。 Just the road leading up to it。 Here； look at this。〃 She opened her portfolio and pulled out a small map of the Southwest； overlain with several thin； straight lines。 〃A thousand years ago； the Anasazi built this mysterious road system； connecting their large cities。 These are the roads that have been mapped。 Each one leads to or from a major city。 Your radar could surely see those roads from space。 Right？〃
〃Maybe。〃
〃I have an old report…a letter； actually…that states there is a similar road leading into this warren of canyons。 I'm certain it leads to the lost city of Quivira。 If we could trace that road on a satellite image； we'd know where to look。〃
Holroyd spread his hands。 〃But it's not that simple。 There's the waiting list。 I'm sure Watkins must have told you about that； he loves to talk about it。 There's two years' worth of applications for…〃
〃Yes； he told me all about that。 But who actually decides what the radar examines？〃
〃Well； the imaging applications are prioritized by urgency and date of receipt。 I take the pending jobs； and…〃
〃You。〃 Nora nodded in satisfaction。
Holroyd fell silent。
〃I'm sorry。〃 Nora said suddenly。 〃Your dinner's getting cold。〃 She replaced the map in her portfolio as Holroyd gathered up the congealing slices of pizza。 〃So it would be a simple matter to； say； push one of the applications to the top of the queue？〃
〃I suppose。〃 Holroyd sank his teeth into the pizza； barely tasting it。
〃See？ I fill out an application； you move it to the top of the pile； and we get our images。〃
Holroyd swallowed hard。 〃And just what do you think Dr。 Watkins； or the boys at NASA； would think of my ordering an orbit change for the space shuttle just so it could fly over your area？ Why should I help you with this？ I'd be risking my ass…I mean； my job。〃
Nora looked at him。 〃Because I think you're more than just some bean…counting drone。 Because I think you've got the same kind of fire in your gut that I've got。 To find something that's been lost for centuries。〃 She gestured at the table。 〃Why else would you be reading these books？ Each one of them is about discovering the unknown。 Finding Quivira would be like discovering those cliff dwellings at Mesa Verde。 Only greater。〃
Holroyd hesitated。
〃I can't；〃 he said after a moment； in a very quiet voice。 〃You're asking for the impossible。〃 He realized with a thrill of fear that； for an instant； he'd actually been considering how he could help her。 But the whole idea was crazy。 This woman had no proof； no credentials； nothing。
And yet he found himself unaccountably drawn in by her； by her passion and excitement。 He had been to Mesa Verde as a child。 The memory of those vast silent ruins still haunted him。 He looked around； trying to collect his thoughts。 He glanced at Nora； gazing back at him expectantly。 He'd never seen hair quite that color； a burnished coppery sheen； almost metallic。 Then his view moved back to the little image on the television screen of the Republic floating in space。
〃It's not impossible；〃 Nora said in an undertone。 〃You give me the application； I fill it out； and you do what you have to do。〃
But Holroyd was still staring at the image： the shining ivory shuttle drifting through space； the stars hard as diamonds； the earth endless miles below。 It was always like that。 The excitement of discovery that he had longed for growing up； the chance to explore a new planet or fly to the moon…all those dreams had withered in a cubicle at JPL； while he watched someone else's adventure unfold on a dirty monitor。
Then he realized with a start that Nora had been staring at him。 〃When did you join JPL？〃 she asked； abruptly changing the subject。
〃Eight years ago；〃 he said； 〃right out of graduate school。〃
〃Why？〃
He stopped； surprised by the bluntness of the question。 〃Well；〃 he said； 〃I always wanted to be part of the exploration of space。〃
〃I bet you grew up wanting to be the first man on the moon。〃
Holroyd blushed。 〃I was a little late for that。 But I did have dreams of going to Mars。〃
〃And now they're up there； orbiting the earth； and you're sitting here in a greasy pizza parlor。〃
It was as if she had read his mind。 Holroyd felt a surge of resentment。 〃Look； I'm doing just fine。 Those guys wouldn't be up there if it weren't for me and others like me。〃
Nora nodded。 〃But it's not quite the same thing； is it？〃 she said softly。
Holroyd remained silent。
〃What I'm offering is a chance for you to be part of what might be the greatest archaeological discovery since King Tut。〃
〃Yeah；〃 said Holroyd。 〃And my part would be to do for you just what I do for Watkins： crunch some data and let someone else run with it。 I'm sorry； but the answer is no。〃
But the woman never took her hazel eyes from his。 She was silent； and it seemed to Holroyd that she was making some kind of private decision。
〃Maybe I can offer you more than that；〃 she said at last； her voice still low。
Holroyd frowned sharply。 〃Like what？〃
〃A place on the expedition。〃
Holroyd felt his heart accelerate。 〃What did you say？〃
〃I think you heard me。 We'll need a remote sensing and puter specialist。 Can you handle munications gear？〃
Holroyd swallowed； his throat suddenly dry。 Then he nodded。 〃I've got gear you've never even dreamed of。〃
〃And how are you set for vacation？ Could you take two； maybe three weeks off？〃
〃I've never taken a vacation；〃 Holroyd heard himself say。 〃I've got so much time accrued； I could leave for six months and still get paid。〃
〃Then that's it。 You get me the data； and I get you on the expedition。 I guarantee it； Peter； you won't be sorry。 It's an adventure you'd remember for the rest of your life。〃
Holroyd glanced down at the woman's hands； tapered and beautiful； clasped together expectantly。 He had never met anyone so passionate about something。 He realized he was having a hard time catching his breath。
〃I…〃 he began。
She leaned forward quickly。 〃Yes？〃
He shook his head。 〃This is all too sudden。 I have to think about this。〃
She looked at him； appraisingly。 Then she nodded。 〃I know you do；〃 she said softly。 Reaching into her purse； she pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him。 〃Here's the number of the friend's apartment where I'm staying。 But； Peter； don't think too long。 I can only stay a couple of days。〃
But Holroyd barely heard her。 He was putting something together in his head。 〃I'm not necessarily saying I'll do it； you understand；〃 he said in a lower tone。 〃But here's how it could work。 You wouldn't need to put in a request。 The shuttle's devoting the last three days of the mission to radar sweeps； sixty…five orbits at varying latitudes。 There's this mineral exploration pany that's been wanting a sweep of some areas of Utah and Colorado。 We've put them off for a while now。 I could fit them into the lineup。 Then I'd extend their run slightly to get the areas you need。 The only thing you'd have to do is put in a purchase reque