A series of distant booms alerted us to the cracking of
the icy peaks that shot up from the ground like boney fingers. We watched with
a mixture of disbelief and chagrin as two large knuckles sheared away from the
lower digits and crashed together, sealing behind us the frigid pass we had
used to access the bumpy ice field we found ourselves mired in.
“What will we do now?” Smiths asked. Unlike the better
part of the crew, the heating unit in his enviro suit hadn’t started to fail
and he was able to speak without uncontrollably chattering teeth.
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