She replied in a pleasant voice, “Hi, Magnus. How was your trip?”
“It was great. Has Gunter made a decision yet?”
“He’s still talking to senior officials as we speak. It seems very likely they’ll agree to an air operation.”
“I’m glad to hear that. The information provided by your agent in the Canadian Army, has it been confirmed by other sources?”
Yuliya’s voice turned cold. “Negative, Magnus. We don’t have another source. The area’s too hot, and there’s no time to develop another asset. We trust our agent and her information. Did you encounter any difficulties at the base?”
“Not at all. The folks here didn’t exactly roll out the welcome wagon but also didn’t lock us up. Is there any change to our ‘standstill’ orders?” Magnus glanced at Valgerda, placed his BlackBerry back on the table, and put Yuliya on the speakerphone.
“That’s correct. Maintain your positions and make sure our pack of dogs is behaving decently.”
Magnus smiled.
“They are,” Valgerda replied.
“Oh, hi, Valgerda,” Yuliya said. “I didn’t know you were listening in. That’s great. I’ll be on the next plane, and I should land shortly after midnight. Call me right away if there’s anything new. Anything else?”
Magnus swallowed. He was afraid of the answer, but he could hold back the question haunting him all along. “Is Gunter coming here?”
Yuliya hesitated for a second. Magnus crossed his fingers and muttered a silent wish.
“Gunter and I will be on the same plane.”
Her words cut deep, but Magnus held his cool. His throat and his lips became suddenly dry.
“There’s… there’s nothing else,” he said.
Valgerda shook her head.
“OK, see you tomorrow.”
“Bye,” said Valgerda.
“Rumors fucking confirmed,” Magnus blurted after turning off his phone. “The big wig is coming to hold my hand.”
“It could have been much worse if the wargame was cancelled all together,” Valgerda replied with a sad look in her eyes.
“I don’t know which one is worse: sitting here doing nothing or fighting a battle out there with Gunter’s strings around my neck.”
“It’s not like that. He’ll realize soon enough he can trust you completely.”
Magnus said. “I hate delays and hesitations.”
“Tomorrow morning, hopefully, we’ll be good to go. We can take a few hours to relax before that. I last checked on our recruits about half an hour ago, and I’ll make another round in a couple of hours. The barracks’ west wing is completely secured and perfectly isolated from the rest of the complex. I don’t anticipate any problems overnight.”
“Have you double-checked their surveillance bracelets?”
Valgerda nodded. “I have. They’re all fully functional. I installed the monitoring software on my laptop, and I’ve transferred all data from our office network. We know the exact location of each and every recruit at all times.”
Magnus stood up and walked to the window. He squinted, his eyes staring at the sun, barely visible over a high ridge at the end of the horizon. He guessed there were a few good hours of light before the fiery disk burned out for the day.
“I’ll take your advice and try to relax,” he said, still looking at the sun. “Tomorrow, we’ll have no time.”
The angel had gray-blue eyes like Carrie, but black hair like Anna. The musical voice of this heavenly creature whispered sweet words into Justin’s ears. Her warm, soft hands began massaging his forehead, slowly and gently, in such a delightful way he felt his entire body responding with a soothing feeling of deep relaxation. Justin stretched his legs, enjoying the coziness of the fresh sheets, the warm blanket, and the overall comfort of his soft bed. His pillow felt much smoother than the ice where he recalled resting his head the last time he fell asleep.
The ice! The ice floe!
As he began remembering the ice floe, Justin’s memory started the unpleasant and irreversible vortex. The angel’s face became blurry, the pampering stopped, and the sweet voice disappeared. The image faded quickly, its pieces falling as if from a jigsaw puzzle. When he opened his eyes, all he could see was a white wall. His entire body felt a constant chilling pain.
“Welcome back, Mr. Hall.”
There’s nothing angelic in his voice. Oh, what a dream. Justin sighed. Then, he smiled. At least they brought me out of the freezing cold. But where did they take me? Who are they?
“I see this is some kind of a hospital and you’re a nurse,” Justin spoke softly to the young man in scrubs.
He was lying on a bed, in an emergency room, connected by a wire to a cardiac monitor. A couple of gel pads were placed on his left arm. Intravenous lines were attached to his hands. Two metallic shelves, stashed with a variety of medical boxes and bottles, were lined up along the other wall. “Where is this place?” Justin asked.
Before the nurse could answer, he glanced beyond the glass door and noticed a Stars and Stripes flag on a mast in the hall. “That’s the American flag. Are we… is this the United States?”
“Technically speaking.” The nurse replied. “We’re in a territory under the jurisdiction of the US. The US military, to be exact.”
“The military? And where is this territory?”
“We’re at the air base in Thule, Greenland,” the nurse replied. “How are you feeling?”
“OK. I feel like I have a hangover. My entire body aches, especially the joints.”
The nurse nodded. “That’s normal. You’re recovering from frostbite. I’ll let your regain your strength. I’ll be back in an hour or so.” The nurse headed for the door.
“Wait a second. How did I get here? Where are Carrie and Anna?”
“That’s the rest of your crew, I imagine.” The nurse turned around. “You were rescued on the coast of Ellesmere, somewhere south of Cape Combermere. Everyone is doing well. Relatively well, considering your body temperature had dropped to ninety-three degrees when our rescue team found you. We stabilized everyone in the medical chopper before the flight back.
“When you got here, our only option was to perform active and passive core rewarming procedures. I’ll save you the medical lingo, but all I’m saying is that you were almost dead, but now you’re no longer in danger.”
Justin lifted his arms to look at his hands, carefully not to detach the intravenous tubes. He disturbed the injection site on his left arm and winced in pain. The catheter’s sharp bevel pierced his skin.
“Stop. Don’t do that.” The nurse reached for Justin’s hand and rearranged the catheter and the tubing.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was just checking for frostbite blisters.”
“There are none. Hypothermia seems to have left no physical scars on your body. The same is true for your friends. No hemorrhagic blisters, no dead tissue, no permanent damage to your skin or muscles. I guess you’re a lucky crew. A few days of rest and, if there are no complications, you should be on your way. However, not before talking to our commander. I don’t guarantee you’ll come out without any psychological scars after his interrogation.”
Chapter Thirteen
Colonel Richard Clark was the commander of the 821st Air Base Group at Thule. The man in charge of the entire base, who had ordered the rescue mission, and saved the lives of Justin’s team. The commander’s receding hairline had spared a few bushy, white patches around his large ears. His crisp navy blue uniform, white shirt, and matching blue tie indicated his utmost attention to detail. When Justin had asked earlier, the nurse had described the man with a few words, concealing the fact that his short stature matched perfectly his short patience.