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“I don’t know.”
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He shrugged. “At the moment, it doesn’t matter whether we believe them or not. The occupying force outnumbers us two to one. And they’ve got all the guns.”
“What about your captain and your submarine?”
“The Polar Sentinel might be out there somewhere, but they have no armaments. Hopefully they’re hauling ass out of here, heading for help. That is, if they’re still alive.”
“What now? Do we simply wait? Trust the Russians’ word about our safety?”
By now, Kowalski had joined them, wrapped head to toe in towels. He plopped down heavily into a chair. “Fuck no,” he answered her question.
Silence followed his assertion. No one argued.
“Then we need a plan,” Je
Hadn’t they gone this way already?
Lieutenant Commander Roberto Bratt was lost, which didn’t help his temper. He always blamed his short fuse on his heritage: his mother was Mexican, his father Cuban. Both had been loud and volatile, always fighting. But these damn tu
Ahead, his junior lieutenant hurried down another tu
Lieutenant Serina Washburn slowed her steady trot and pointed her flashlight back to a purple blaze spray-painted on the wall. “Sir, this marks the only place we haven’t searched yet. After this, we’ll need a paint can to trail our way into the unmarked areas.”
He waved her on. Great…just great…
During the chaos of the evacuation, Bratt’s team had used bullhorns to sound the alarm through the tu
As such, when the dust settled, people turned up missing — including the head of Omega, Dr. Amanda Reynolds.
With folks unaccounted for, Bratt had felt compelled to stay behind, but he had been surprised when Lieutenant Washburn had insisted on joining him. The station had been under her guardianship. She wasn’t about to abandon it until every damn one of her charges was cleared out of here.
As they continued deeper, Bratt appraised his partner. Washburn was actually a couple of inches taller than him, tall for a woman, but lean and muscular. She looked like a track ru
And so was he. He switched his focus to the ice tu
Lifting the bullhorn to his lips, he squeezed the trigger. His words blasted from the horn, echoing down the tu
He lowered the bullhorn. His ears rang. It took a moment for him to be able to listen for any response. He expected no answer. They had been searching and shouting for a half hour without even a whisper of a response. So when someone finally did call out, he wasn’t sure if it was real or not.
Washburn glanced back to him, one eyebrow cocked.
Then the shout repeated, faint, but ringing clear through the ice tu
It came from ahead of them.
Together, they hurried forward. Bratt shrugged his rifle higher on his shoulder. His field jacket and parka were heavy with ammunition, gleaned from his own men as they evacuated back to the sub. Washburn was similarly loaded down, but she sped ahead of him.
The tu
“Christ,” he swore under his breath.
A short, bald man, bundled in an unzippered parka, came slipping across the ice lake that floored the room. It was one of the base scientists. He was flanked by two younger men.
“Dr. Ogden?” Washburn said, identifying the lead man. “What are you still doing here? Didn’t you hear the call to evacuate?”
“Yes, yes,” he said as he reached them, out of breath, “but my work has nothing to do with politics. This is science. I don’t care who controls the station as long as my specimens are protected. Danger or not, I could not leave them. Especially at this critical juncture. The thawing is near completion.”
“Specimens?” Bratt asked. “Thawing? What the hell are you talking about?”
“They must be protected,” the scientist insisted. “You have to understand. I could not risk the data’s corruption.”
Bratt noted the shifting feet and wringing hands of the man’s younger associates — postgrads by the look of them. They were not so convinced.
“You have to see!” Dr. Ogden said. “We’re picking up EEG activity!” He hurried back the way he had come, back to the volcanic cliff face.
Washburn followed. “Is Dr. Reynolds here, too?”
Bratt dogged after them to hear the answer. If all the missing perso
But the doctor’s response dashed such hopes. “Amanda? No, I don’t know where she is.” He glanced back, eyebrows tucked together. “Why?”
“She’s here somewhere,” Washburn answered. “Supposedly off with Dr. MacFerran, looking for a missing colleague.”
Ogden rubbed at his frozen mustache. “I don’t know anything about it. I’ve been here all night with the biology team.”
As they reached the wall, Bratt noted water splashing underfoot, flowing from a crevice in the cliff face. The biologist led the way into the cavern. But after a few steps, a new form came splashing from deeper inside, ru
It was another student, a young woman in her early twenties. Bratt caught her as she slipped in her panic. How many fools were down here still?
“Professor! S-something’s happening!” she stammered.
“What?”
She pointed back down the cleft. She tried to speak, but her eyes were wild.
Ogden fled forward. “Is something wrong?”
They all followed after him. In another ten steps, the way opened into a space the size of a two-car garage. It was a bubble in the rock. More lamp poles glowed. Equipment was stacked all around.
Bratt gasped at both the sight and the smell. He had worked one summer at a fish plant in Monterey. The heat, the reek of rotting fish guts, the stench of blood. It was the same here — but it was not fish that caused this smell.
Rolled to one side was the flayed and gutted body of some pale white creature. It looked like it might be a beluga whale, but this thing had legs. This creature was not the only one here. Another six specimens, fresher and intact, lay curled on the floor. Crusts and chunks of ice still clung to their pale flesh. Two had colored leads taped to their forms, ru
Ogden searched around the room. “I don’t understand.” He turned to the panicked postgrad student. “What’s the matter?”
She pointed to one of the curled specimens, the one closest to its gutted brethren. “It…it moved…”
Ogden scowled at her and waved a dismissive hand. “Preposterous. It’s just the shadows in here. One of the light poles simply shifted.”
The girl hugged her arms around her chest. She didn’t look convinced. This was one seriously spooked girl.
Ogden turned back to Bratt and Washburn. “It’s the EEG readings. It’s disturbed some of our less experienced team members.”