Rogue Angel - Polar Quest Part 15

Three metallic snakes looked up at her, their skin covered in scales that gleamed different colors as the light from Annja's headlamp hit them.

And in an instant, they came to life, wriggling and wrapping themselves around her hands as their tongues flicked out, tasting the air.

They headed right for Annja.

Annja woke up gasping for air.

Across the shelter, Dave's snores flittered about the air in some discordant rhythm. Zach's deep inhalations continued uninterrupted.

She realized it was just a dream.

Annja lay down, taking a moment to calm herself by breathing deeply. She hadn't even been down to the dig yet and she was already having nightmares about it. She wondered if Antarctica was getting to her already.

She turned onto her side and was surprised at how little pain she felt. She was healing well and quickly. She thought about her sword for a moment. Could it have helped the process?

Outside, the lights s.h.i.+fted every once in a while as the wind blew them little by little. She thought she could hear them creaking, but knew the walls of the shelter would inhibit that noise from reaching her ears.

She saw movement, though. A vague shape started near the bottom edge of the shelter.

And grew.

The shadow approached, silhouetted by the outside lights. Annja recognized the shape of a man. He stood right outside their shelter and seemed unsure of whether he was going to knock or go away.

Was he there to greet them?

Or was this something else?

Annja felt uneasy. She rolled herself out of bed. She closed her eyes and saw the sword hanging in the opaque mist, ready if she needed it.

Annja stole over to the door, careful not to make any noise. There was no time to put on her coat or boots. If this was trouble, she wanted to handle it immediately. She wanted to know who was stalking her shelter.

The shadow showed no signs of moving.

Annja reached for the door handle, took several deep breaths and steeled herself for the waiting wind outside.

She jerked the door open and ran outside.

As soon as the wind touched her exposed skin, she gasped. But she looked around the shelter, searching for the shadow.

It was gone.

15.

Dave was out of the shelter before Zach. The pistol he held in his hand stood out in the light. The look on his face was harder than anything she'd seen before. He saw Annja and came right over.

"What the h.e.l.l happened?"

"I saw someone standing out here."

"So you came to investigate without putting on any boots or even your coat?" Dave shook his head. "Get inside, for crying out loud, before the whole camp wakes up."

Annja walked back inside and instantly the heat of the shelter started warming her. She stood by one of the s.p.a.ce heaters and felt the waves rolling over her. Dave shook his head.

"You should be okay, but that really isn't something I'd recommend doing again. You can get frostbite very quickly. And I'm sure losing fingers or toes isn't on your list of things you want to do."

"Not really," Annja said.

Zach wiped the sleep from his eyes. "What happened?"

"Annja saw someone outside," Dave said.

"So?"

Dave smiled. "Good point."

Annja shook her head. "You don't understand. He was outside. Just standing there. It wasn't like he was on his way to someplace else. He just stood there. It was weird."

"And apparently, common sense got sacrificed in the name of finding out who it was," Dave said to Zach. "She ran outside without her gear on."

Zach sat up. "You nuts or what?"

Annja frowned. "I thought it was weird. And I wanted to know who it was. It's my fault I ran out without the gear. I just figured there was no time."

Dave led her back to her bed and then wrapped her in the blankets. "I'll get some dry socks."

"Better make it two pairs," Zach said. "She'll be lucky if she doesn't lose a toe or something."

"Thanks for that cheerful prognosis," Annja said.

"Hey, I wasn't the one running around in the freezing snow."

"Touche."

Dave got a couple of pairs of socks, and Annja slid them onto her feet. Her feet tingled from the freezing conditions outside, but she didn't think there'd be any lasting damage.

"I'll be okay," she said stubbornly.

Dave looked at her. "The way you gasped, I thought someone had taken you."

"Thanks for coming to my rescue." She eyed the pistol lying on the blanket. "Interesting bedmate you've got yourself there."

He nodded. "Yeah, well, you weren't actually supposed to see that. But then again..."

"It's all right," Annja said. "I understand that you've got some secrets you may not want to share with the rest of us."

Zach flopped back down on his pillow. "Can we get back to sleep now? I'm really wasted."

Dave eyed Annja carefully. "You sure you'll be okay?"

"Yeah," she said.

"Okay, then. Good night." He patted her leg and then walked back to his bed with the pistol.

Annja watched him go. Does he sleep with that thing under his pillow? she wondered. She tucked herself back under the blankets and closed her eyes.

Who had been standing outside her shelter? And why were they just standing there? Was it the same person who'd tried to kill her back in McMurdo? Or was she now in danger from an entirely different person here in this camp?

Annja was troubled by the prospect of not knowing who was after her and why. She didn't like not knowing who her enemies were. She always got along best when she was able to determine who meant her harm and who was a friend.

Maybe in the morning she'd be able to figure it out better.

"YOU AWAKE?"

Annja cracked open one of her eyes. The lighting hadn't changed all that much. It was still dark in her shelter and bright outside from the electrical light system. Annja groaned and rolled over. "Wake me in another five hours, please."

"It's 0600. Time to rise and s.h.i.+ne."

She turned back. Dave stood there smiling at her. "C'mon, sleepyhead. Up and at 'em."

Annja frowned and glanced at her watch. "How is it possible for so much time to go by? I feel like I just closed my eyes and now I'm getting up again."

"Brings back memories of high school, doesn't it?"

Annja frowned again. "I hated high school. Those are memories better left relegated to the past, thank you very much."

Zach slid out of his bed, oozing to the floor. Dave glanced at him. "You okay?"

"I feel like I've been drinking heavily. I'm still worn-out."

Annja pointed at the necklace. "Maybe you ought to try taking that thing off. It's probably weighing you down anyway," she said with a grin.

"Funny," Zach said. But he lifted the necklace over his head and let it rest on his bed. "Still, it's not a bad idea. I'll hand this back in as soon as we're ready to get some breakfast."

Zach went to use the bathroom. Dave looked at Annja. "You feel okay today? All your limbs intact after your field trip last night?"

"They seem to be fine, yes. Thanks."

"Good."

Zach came out of the bathroom, and Annja used it to freshen up as best she could. When she emerged, Zach and Dave were already zipping themselves into their gear.

"Jeez, guys, I was just in there for two minutes. How about waiting for me before you go running off to explore the mountain?"

"It's breakfast time," Dave said. "Rumor is the cook's making pancakes this morning."

"How'd you know that?" Annja asked.

Dave pointed at his nose. "The schnoz has a gift."

Zach laughed. "Guy's like a shark and blood. Food doesn't stand a chance around this man."

Annja stepped into her snow pants and then her jacket. She zipped up and followed them out of the prefab shelter. Outside, the area was still dark. Sunlight was an endangered species in the Antarctic this time of year, and Annja found it tough getting used to the idea that it would stay dark.

"How do you deal with it, the lack of sunlight?" she asked.

Dave shrugged. "Believe it or not, you get used to it. You should be here in the summer when it's sunny all the time. You wouldn't believe how fast you can get tired of that extreme, as well."

"It really is like being on another planet," Zach said. "And of course, I don't mean to influence you guys into thinking about the whole alien thing."

"Oh, no," Annja said. "You'd never do that."

AFTER THEIR BREAKFAST of pancakes and eggs, Zach led them over to one of the command shelters. They found Colonel Thomson sitting inside at a bank of computers. Annja saw bundles of cables running out of the tent. of pancakes and eggs, Zach led them over to one of the command shelters. They found Colonel Thomson sitting inside at a bank of computers. Annja saw bundles of cables running out of the tent.

"How do you guys power this station, anyway?" she asked.

"Generators," the colonel said. "We keep them running twenty-four hours a day. That gives us the juice we need."

"But all that gas...how do you have enough of it?"

Thomson looked at her. "Gas? Who said anything about gas?"

Annja frowned. "But if it's not gas, then...?"

"Nuclear power," Thomson said. "DARPA perfected a smaller generator model some years back for use in remote outposts like this. We can generate enough kilowatts to keep everything we need going indefinitely. It's an easy setup and teardown operation."

"Provided there are no accidents," Zach said.

Thomson smiled. "Well, that's always a risk, but then again, no nuclear sub has ever had an accident in all the years they've been at sea."

"A setup like this must have a host of its own unique challenges," Annja said.

Thomson smiled. "I'd rather not get into the specifics of nuclear power right now. Suffice it to say, we believe things here are perfectly safe."

"They'd better be," Zach said. "Otherwise that cover story about the environmental disaster just might come true."