Jeff Carlson - The Frozen Sky

I had been assigned an emergency frequency to connect me directly to Stenstrom. Would he be there? The way the ROVs had shut down, the comm room might have been destroyed. I said, “This is Garcia—”

He was near panic. “Can you stabilize number two?”

“I’m on it. What’s happening?”

“We’re under attack, speedboats, they’re widecasting some Animal Earth crap!”

Three small cylinders lanced into the far range of my sonar, moving fast. Smart torps. They were beautiful in the way that sharks can be, sleek and purposeful, a hard swarm of warheads chased by their own turbulence.

I probably wouldn’t attract their attention, not being a power source or made of metal — not much metal — but the concussive force of a detonation anywhere nearby would kill me.

I dug and kicked down, down —

Tightness in my bad arm made my effort lopsided, slowing me. The buzzing torpedoes grew very loud.

The rift wasn’t deep compared to the plunging valley where I’d encountered the squid, but at its edge was a thick bulge of carbonate. I ducked past, scraping my hip.

That rock saved me by taking the brunt of the explosions, then nearly killed me as parts of it broke away. I was stunned and slow to move.

Animal Earth. The rant-and-slants they’d posted during our efforts here had been based on a refusal to accept our stated purpose. They were Greens . They should have supported us, but frothed instead about the blatant destruction of ocean habitats…

I stayed in the rift for two hours, watching, listening, afraid to broadcast on any channel in case there were more hunter-killers waiting to acquire targets. The attack had stopped after five minutes, but our radio communications remained incoherent. Stenstrom tried miserably to raise me on the emergency link again and again.

He tried the general frequencies, too, even sharecasting his public response to the attack. One of the speedboats had been apprehended by Japanese military aircraft, and suspects were in custody. Given the armament involved and the coordination of the assault, Stenstrom suggested that the whole thing was a cover for our competitors in the nuclear or oil industries, and already there were conflicting denials and claims of solidarity from Animal Earth spokespeople.

Finally I began my ascent, goaded by the constant dig of the voices in my cheekbone. At one hundred feet I saw a man, a body, deformed by violence and twisting loosely in the current. We hesitated together in the dim, penetrating glow of the sun.

Then I turned my back on him.

Andrea and the boys were well provided for, and she obviously didn’t need me. Brent had never needed me, and Roberto… Roberto was young enough to forget and move on. Let them think I was dead, lost to the tide. The insurance payouts alone would be a fortune.

Four miles proved to be the radio’s range.

I kept going into the beautiful dark and never let anyone intrude on my world again.

Jeff Carlson is the international bestselling author of the Plague Year trilogy, Long Eyes , and Interrupt . To date, his work has been translated into fifteen languages worldwide.

He is currently at work on a new thriller novel.

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Orbital diagrams and maps by Jeff Sierzenga. Copyright 2012. Reproduced with permission.

Cover art by Jacob Charles Dietz Copyright © 2012. All rights reserved.

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