Rachel DycekThe gathering storm looked huge on the weathersat images—minor by Martian standards, but more enormous than anything Earth had ever cooked up. A tidal wave of suspended dust particles and free-floating plankton, it marched across the face of the planet like Mongol hordes conquering the Russian steppes.
Rachel punched up the climate models and ran through the usual prediction algorithms. Evrani’s simulations always gave a slightly more conservative estimate than al-Somak’s, and the two meteorologists spent a great deal of time bickering about it. But the result was clear enough, even at such an extreme distance. At such incredible velocities the storm would arrive in two days, three at the most.
Rachel stared at the swirling image. It seemed a hypnotic eye, beckoning her like
