He was no longer a retrieval specialist. He was the seed’s guardian. And the world below the ice was about to remember that some things don’t stay buried forever. End of Part One.
“I started the next one,” he said, and walked into the storm.
He keyed his radio. “Eagle to Aerie. I have the package.”
His radio crackled one last time: “Crack? Report. What did you do?”
When the light faded, the glacier was still there. The wreckage was gone. And Eagle stood alone on the ice, his face turned toward the sky, a single blue thread of light now pulging softly under the skin of his palm.
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