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unseen voice. Stamp paused and studied the Zenit rocket, which protruded from the ship’s stern like a stinger on a wasp. In an unusual bid for flexibility, the Sea Launch team actually assembled the rocket and its payload in the bowels of a custom-fitted ship named the Sea Launch Commander. Officially known as the “Assembly and Command
    Ship,” the 660-foot cargo-designed vessel contained myriad computer bays on its upper deck, as well as a mission operations command center, which directed the complete launch operation at sea. On the lower deck was a cavernous assembly compartment that housed the Zenit rocket components. Here, an army of white-smocked engineers and technicians bolted together horizontally the segmented Russian rocket sections utilizing a rail system that ran nearly the length of the ship. Once the rocket assembly was complete, the mission satellite was encapsulated into the upper-section payload fairing and then the entire launch vehicle was rolled at a snail’s pace out the stern of the Sea Launch Commander.
    “Proceed with hookup. Transfer when ready,” Stamp spoke into the radio with a slight Midwestern accent. He glanced up at a huge crane system built onto the edge of the towering launch platform. A pair of tilted M-shaped trusses extended off one end of the platform, dangling several lines of thick cable. The floating platform, christened Odyssey, had been positioned just aft of the Sea Launch Commander, its crane system hanging directly above the prone rocket. The crane’s winch lines were silently dropped down to the launch vehicle, where teams of engineers in hard hats attached the cables to a series of slings and lift points along the length of the rocket.
    “Sea Launch Commander, this is Odyssey” a new voice blared through Stamp’s radio. “Ready to transfer launch vehicle.”
    Stamp nodded to a short fellow standing beside him, a bearded man named Christiano who captained the Sea Launch Commander. Christiano spoke into his own radio.
    “This is Commander. Proceed with transfer at will. Good luck, Odyssey.”
    Seconds later, the cable lines drew taut and the horizontal rocket was lifted slowly off its cradle. Stamp held his breath as the Zenit rocket was hoisted high into the air until it hung suspended far above the decks of the Commander. The unfueled rocket was just a fraction of its launch weight, so the process was akin to lifting an empty beer
    can. But Stamp couldn’t help feeling nervous watching the huge rocket dangling in midair above him.
    After a tantalizingly slow rise to the top of the launch platform, the crane operations crew activated the movable winch and the launch vehicle was tugged horizontally into an environmentally controlled hangar on Odyssey’s high deck. Once the tip of the rocket had cleared the hangar doors, the entire launch vehicle was gently nested down into a wheeled cradle. When the floating platform reached the designated launch site, the cradle device would roll the rocket out of its hangar and tilt it up on end for firing.
    “Launch vehicle secure. Well done, gentlemen. The beers are on me tonight. Odyssey out.”
    Stamp visibly relaxed, a broad grin spreading across his face. “Piece of cake,” he said to Christiano as if the outcome was never in doubt.
    “Looks like we’ll make the scheduled launch date in seventeen days after all,” Christiano replied as he watched the empty launch vehicle cradle slide back into the ship’s lower-deck hangar. “The long-range weather forecast is still looking favorable. After final checks and fueling, the Odyssey can depart in four days and we’ll follow in the Commander forty-eight hours later after additional spares and provisions are put aboard. We’ll easily catch up with her before reaching the launch site.”
    “A good thing, too,” Stamp said with relief. “There’s a penalty clause in the customer contract that’s a killer if we are late to launch.”
    “Nobody could have predicted the dockworkers’ strike would delay receipt of the Zenit rocket components by fifteen days,” Christiano said, shaking his head.
    “The launch vehicle team did a heckuva job making up lost schedule. I’m not looking forward to seeing the overtime charges but the team must have set a record for assembly and integration. Even with our paranoid customer shielding the mission payload from everyone.”
    “What’s so terribly secretive about a broadcast television satellite?”
    “Search me,”