Polar Quest (Rogue Angel, Book 16)
Alex Archer, Jon F. Merz
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When archaeologist Annja Creed reluctantly agrees to help an old colleague on a dig in Antarctica, she wonders what he's gotten her into. It turns out that her former associate has found a necklace made of an unknown metal depicting three snakes. He claims it's over forty thousand years old—and that it may not have earthly origins.
As the pair conduct their research, Annja soon realizes she has more to worry about than being caught in snowslides. Because everyone is hiding something—from her friend, to the U.S. military personnel guarding the site. With no one to trust and someone out to kill her, Annja has nowhere to turn. And everything to lose.
“Wait, don’t forget these. You have to wear them at all times. Just in case.” Annja took a small credit card–size box from him. “What’s this thing?” “Radiation detector,” the soldier said. “Radiation?” Annja turned to Zach. “Just what the hell is going on here anyhow?” He shook his head. “I don’t know. This is all new to me.” “Just a precaution, most likely,” Dave said. “Come on, let’s get the gear.” They walked back into the biting cold. The wind was screaming now, and anything not tied
“I’m outside Anchorage, myself.” Annja smiled. “So this kind of weather doesn’t really bother you, huh?” He grinned. “Well, that depends. Now, it’s true Alaska has herself some of the nastiest weather around, especially out on the Bering Sea, but Antarctica can give her a run for her money if she wants. I’ve been here before in storms that would make you get down and hide under your bed. Winds howling and screaming outside—you wonder if the station is going to hold or if you’ll be buried in
fake?” “I don’t know. But I think it’s odd he wouldn’t let me see it and he seemed to be going to extraordinary lengths to ensure no one sees it.” Garin handed her the singed hard drive. “Well, here it is. Maybe you should go and try to hook it up somewhere. See if you can get access to that file after all. Considering Thomson was injured by the blast and all.” Annja took the hard drive. “I don’t have another computer. How can I get access to what’s on here?” Garin walked to his bag and
looked at her now, eyeing her carefully. “Fifteen years,” he said. She nodded. “That would account for the calluses. Lots of makiwara training, huh?” “Yes.” “I’ll bet you’ve got one in your house, too, wherever that might be.” “I train constantly.” Annja glanced around. “Anything good to hit here in Mac Town? I only just got in, so I’m asking.” His eyes betrayed the disdain. “You study?” “Sure do. Not any specific style—I’m too busy to devote a lot of time to any one form—but a lot of
it’s just one of the things that has to be dealt with. And I’ve suffered far too long to have anyone interrupt my plans now.” Zach looked at Chuck. “How much longer?” “Two minutes.” Zach nodded and then looked back at Annja. “So this is it, then. Goodbye. I hope you can forgive me.” “No chance in hell of that,” Annja said. Zach shrugged. “Fair enough. All right, let’s see your hands. I’ve got to tie you up so we can get out of here.” Zach spoke to Mitch. “Keep them covered.” He nodded. “No