The army soon came upon the mountain pass known as the Ringgold Gap.
This was when they lived in Denver, just outside Tornado Alley, where the only weather you had to fear was a white-out blizzard and a dump of snow.
But in summers the family traveled east to Myrtle Beach, or what remained of it: And it was something, sitting in those glassy rooms, high above the blue sweep of ocean, watching the Atlantic hurl its weather up the coast.
First the gray clouds would thicken, deepening to slate.
Then came a slam of windy pressure, a thick clatter of bursting drops. They were on the edge of it, there, in South Carolina, receiving the tail ends of downgraded storms. A storm had a life cycle, ending in landfall, a slow decline over solid ground.
It was technical, mathematical. Like a science experiment. Priya listened with wondering eyes. Storms were beyond science, for her. They were mysterious, mythical—great godly beings that came howling from the sky. In childhood, she would put her hands to the windows, yearning for something at the heart of those giant cycles of pressure and vapor, a message carried by a spirit who spoke in the whooping voice of wind, whose couriers were waves and rain, who came ashore as a harbinger of ruin, but also, one imagined, as an emblem of awe.
Davies was waiting outside the hatch. The project leader lurked, blocking the exit, so close that Ju nearly ran into him. He was a squat, sturdy, dark-skinned man, with the curiously flattened appearance of a gingerbread cookie. Ju peered down the curving corridor to the check-in gate.
A group of touristy-looking people from a private transport were fumbling black gearbags, getting used to the local gravity. Tell me about it.
Ju knew that in Jovian time, a full day was about ten hours. Which made the daylight portion five, which made half a morning an hour-and-a-quarter. But Davies was that kind of project manager. Always in a snit.
The new arrivals were bickering with security, making a fuss over their equipment.
Davies yanked him out of sight. He dragged Ju down the corridor, waving a badge, rushing him through security. And she brought her whole damn crew. The science decks were located in the upper hemisphere, concentrated in the middle-outer band where gravity was roughly half Earth-normal.
Ju bobbed behind Davies past offices of cloud surveyors, particle physicists, Hsiao-Ghaori Field assayers. In the cluster of offices outside the drop bay, Davies dragged him into the management suite and slapped on the privacy lockdown.
Ju shoved aside a stack of reprintable paper and settled on a ledge next to a decorative moldfarm; Davies rested his squat bulk on a desk. But that was a year ago. Gave me the specs, handed over your info. Of course, she made a big production of it. She did that first dive at twenty-five; ever since, the media folks have been scrambling to make her the second biggest star in the Solar System.
Now she thinks her whole life deserves to be a documentary. In the sky, in the clouds. In the heart of a storm. Now her people are running all over this place, poking into every corner. He came across the room, grabbed a stool, parked it in front of Ju and sat in a posture that made his meaning clear.
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Stormdiver. by Nick Wolven. In the old days Ju had thought it was cute, the way Priya got about big storms. This was when they lived in Denver, just outside Tornado Alley, where the only weather you had to fear was a white-out blizzard and a dump of snow.
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