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Ashley was sure her son was fine. He had to be. She...


THIRTY-FIVE

Ben sat on the leather sofa in Blakely's office,...


THIRTY-SIX

That bloody Sin'jari! It all came back in a flood....


THIRTY-SEVEN

Jason sat on a soiled chair in the demolished...


EPILOGUE

Ben crawled into bed, sighing. What a day! He...


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PROLOGUE
Mount Erebus, Antarctica

BLUE ICE ENCASED THE CONTINENT FROM HORIZON TOhorizon, scoured to a gritty shine
by gale-force winds ripping shards across the frozen landscape. Nothing lived on the surface, except for
grimy patches of yellow lichen, far older than any of the men stationed at McMurdo Base.

Two miles below Mount Erebus, through glacier, permafrost, and granite, Private Peter Wombley wiped
sweat from his eyes. He dreamed of the fridge in his bunkroom stocked with a case of Coors. "This
place is insane. Damned blizzard up top and hotter than a hooker's snatch down here."
 "If you quit thinkin' about it, it wouldn't be so bad," Lieutenant Brian Flattery replied. He loosened his
hand lantern from the transport motorcycle. "Let's go. We've got three more relays to calibrate before the
end of this shift."

Peter grabbed his lantern and clicked it on, spearing the cavern with a blade of light, and followed.