Craig continued to stare at the odd writing, trying to find meaning in the squiggles and marks. But no answer came. He sensed something was missing.
As he sat, a new sound intruded. At first he thought it was his imagination, but the noise grew in volume.
“What is that?” Magdalene asked.
Craig stood up.
Amanda stared around at the others, confused.
Craig followed the noise to its source. It echoed out of the crack, where the broken wheel had shattered through the wall. He crouched, ears cocked.
“I…I think…it’s barking,” Zane said as the others crowded around.
“It’s definitely a dog,” Dr. Ogden said.
Craig corrected the biologist. “No, not dog…wolf!” Craig recognized the characteristic bark. He had heard it often enough over the past few days. But it made no sense. He could not keep the amazement out of his voice. “It’s Bane.”
14
Three Blind Mice
APRIL 9, 4:04 P.M.
ICE STATION GRENDEL
Crouched at an intersection of tunnels, Jenny signaled Bane to be quiet by raising a clenched fist. At her side, the wolf cross growled deep in his throat, pushing tight to her, protective. Matt had trained the dog to respond to hand commands, an especially useful tool while hunting out in the woods.
But in this case, they were the prey.
Tom Pomautuk stood behind her, flanked by Kowalski. He pointed to the green spray-painted diamond that marked the tunnel to the left. “That way,” he whispered, breathless with terror.
Jenny pointed for Bane to take the lead. The dog trotted ahead, hackles raised, alert. They followed.
For the past half hour, they had caught glimpses of the beasts: massive, sleek, and muscular creatures. But similar to their experience with the first creature, they had found a way to keep them at bay.
Jenny gripped her flare gun. The explosion of light and heat from a flare blast was enough to disorient the creatures and send them scurrying back—but they continued to dog their trail. And now they were down to two charges, loaded already in the double-barreled gun. After that, they were out of ammunition.
The light around them suddenly flickered, going pitch-dark for a long moment. Tom swore, knocking the flashlight against the wall. The light returned.
Kowalski groaned. “Don’t even think about it.”
The flashlight, retrieved from the emergency kit in the Twin Otter, was old, original gear that came with the plane. Jenny had never changed its batteries. She cursed her lax maintenance schedule as the flashlight flickered again.
“C’mon, baby,” Kowalski moaned.
Tom shook the light, throttling it with both hands now. But no amount of rattling could fan the flashlight back to life. It died.
Darkness fell around them, weighing them all down, pressing them together.
“Bane,” Jenny whispered.
She felt the familiar rub on her leg. Her fingers touched fur. She patted the dog’s side. A growl rumbled deep in him, silent but felt through his ribs.
“What now?” Tom asked.
“The flares,” Kowalski answered. “We can strike one of ’em, carry it. It might last till we find somewhere safe to hole up away from these monsters.”
Jenny clutched her flare gun. “I only have two charges left. What’ll we use to chase the creatures off?”
“Right now, we need to see the creatures if we have any hope of surviving down here.”
Jenny couldn’t argue with that logic. She cracked open the weapon and fingered one of the charges.
“Wait,” Tom whisped. “Look over to the right. Is that light?”
Jenny stared, straining to see anything in the darkness. Then she noted a vague spot of brightness. Something glowing through the ice. “Is it the station?”
“Can’t be,” Tom answered. “We should still be a ways off from the base entrance.”
“Well, it’s still a source of light.” Kowalski stirred beside Jenny. “Let’s check it out. Light one of the flares.”
“No,” Jenny said, staring toward the ghostly light. She reseated the flare and closed her gun. “The brightness will blind us to the source.”
“What are you saying?” Kowalski grumped.
“We’ll have to seek our way in the dark.” Jenny pocketed the gun and groped out for Kowalski. “Join hands.”
Kowalski took her palm in his. She fumbled and found Tom’s hand.
“Heel, Bane,” she whispered as they set off, Kowalski in the lead.
Like three blind mice, they crept down the tunnel, making the next turn that headed toward the light source. It was slow going. Jenny felt an odd tension in her jaw, as if she were clenching it, a minute vibration deep behind her molars. It had been with them ever since they entered the tunnels. Perhaps it was a vibration from whatever generators or motors powered the station above them.
But she wasn’t convinced. If they were far from the station, why did it seem to be growing stronger?
They made a few more turns, zeroing toward the light.
“It feels like we’re heading deeper again,” Kowalski said.
In the pitch dark, it was hard to tell if the seaman was correct.
“We have to be well off that marked trail we were following,” Tom said. “We could just be getting ourselves lost.”
“The light’s stronger,” Jenny said, though she wasn’t sure. Maybe it was just her eyes growing accustomed to the darkness. The inside of her head itched. What was that?
“This reminds me of my grandfather’s stories of Sedna,” Tom whispered.
“Sedna?” Kowalski asked.
“One of our gods,” Jenny answered. She knew they probably shouldn’t be talking so much, but in the darkness, it was a comfort to hear another’s voice. “An Inuit spirit. Like a siren. She is said to lure fisherman into the sea, chasing after her glowing figure until they drowned.”
“First monsters, now ghosts…I really hate the Arctic.” Kowalski squeezed her fingers tighter.
They continued on, sinking into their own thoughts and fears.
Jenny heard Bane padding and panting at her side.
After a full minute, they rounded a curve in the tunnel and the source of the light appeared. It came from an ice cave ahead—or rather from a crumbled section of the back wall. The ice glowed with a sapphire brilliance, piercing after so much darkness.
They let go of one another and edged forward.
Kowalski entered the cave first, searching around. “A dead end.”
Tom and Jenny joined him, studying the shattered section of wall. “Where’s the light coming from?” Jenny asked.