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HOMER NARR2-EH/Ref@5472
According to their nav simulator, the
convoy was over half way to Mt. Erebus,
and still they could hear the transports
whistling in, onto the ice, behind them,
one every ten minutes. Even over the
sound of wind and groaning ice and the
hum of the field they could hear. Every
landing meant more reinforcements, more
strength. For some reason, Captain
Hoskins reflected, the storm and the ice
and the terrible cold sapped his sense
of security. He could tell the men
behind him were getting restless, too.
These were the best, though, the elite
of the Elite. They wouldn't crack,
despite the unfamiliar weather, the
uncertain surface over which they moved.
The others, the ones coming behind, they
had the tough job. They had to go down
into the ice warrens, ferret out the
Ants from their burrows with nothing but
hand-carried mass detectors and NP
weapons.
The Armored Personnel Carrier moved
smoothly. There was no hint of the
unsteady surface. It shouldn't be
unsteady, of course. The ice was up to
seven hundred meters thick in places.
Here it was not so thick, of course. But
this was where the Ants had built their
launch facility, and the Ants, after
all, did know ice. They lived with it.
It was their home.
"Why is that thought so disturbing?" he
asked aloud.
"What's that?" Sergeant Denz asked.
"Nothing," Hoskins said. "Never mind, it
was just a thought."
Denz turned back to the nav simulator
with a grunt. He sat up abruptly.
"Captain. Take a look at this."
"What is it?"
"There's a power source below. Looks
like, oh, one-oh-six meters down."
"So what? The Ants have power. They
couldn't live without it."
"Yeah. But what are those funny-looking
spokes coming out. Looks like a crescent
of projected power."
"Good question. Get Protector Sable on
the comlink."
"It's no good, Captain," Denz said,
suddenly very formal. "The atmospherics
are overwhelming the error-checking
protocols. We're not getting through."
"So daisy-chain it back through the
convoy."
"Right away, sir." Denz went to work.
The groaning sounds seemed suddenly
louder, and the ice did not seem so
firm.