Metafire

"What? Not again Jack. What do you mean?" Ferguson realized something was different.

"I want to go up into space and jump on board one of their capsules. The situation is different now. It won't matter if I'm caught. These guys are operating on a plan, and it doesn't look good."

Jill looked at him and frowned, "You could get killed, and they would just say it's an accident."

"No, I'll go up with John here, or somebody else, and we'll go up as an 'FBI' group. They are governed under the laws of the District of Columbia. I suspect we can do that without any problems. We can tell them we just want an option other than let'em die."

"But which capsule, Metafire One or Metafire Two?" Jill asked.

"Metafire Two. They're joining anyway, right?" Jack, with one of his strokes of genius, was guessing but he figured that Ferguson would know.

"Yes, they're joining. But first they've arranged to have a Russian vessel joined with Metafire One." Ferguson paused, shifted his weight, and said, "You know, this might be a good idea. We'll send you up in a capsule, one we are pretty sure will make it."