Polar Quest. Alex Archer
“You weren’t kidding about it being quiet down here,” she said.
“You think this is bad, you should visit some of the other stations across the place. Some of them, there are maybe a dozen people. That’s if you’re lucky. There are a few other isolated joints scattered about, as well. Temporary fixtures that we’ve set up for one reason or another. As soon as the research is done, they get dismantled. Places like that might have four people.”
“Lonely life you guys lead down here.”
“Well, we find ways to amuse ourselves.” He slowed the Sno-Cat. “I’m going to drop you off here and wait while you stow your gear inside. When you’re done, I’ll take you down to Gallagher’s.”
“That’s mighty nice of you.”
He shrugged. “I can use a drink anyway.”
“Fair enough.” Annja zipped up her hood and grabbed her duffel bag. As soon as she turned the door handle to leap outside, a blast of wind slammed it back in her face.
Dave laughed. “First one’s always a killer.”
Annja tried again and this time managed to get out of the Sno-Cat without getting the door kicked back at her. The wind howled in her ears and she could feel the pores on her face freezing.
Inside, she thought. Just push through the wind and get inside.
She groped for the door handle and pushed into the building.
A wall of heat greeted her, and she slammed the door shut behind her. “Wow, that’s some wind.”
“You must be a virgin,” a voice said.
Annja removed her hood and goggles and stared at the main room she’d entered. There was a long wall separating the entrance from the rest of the bottom floor, but she could see a wide-screen TV set playing what looked like a fairly recent release from Hollywood. A few people lounged on sofas and chairs. Some of them were eating.
The man who addressed her looked quite young. And his dark skin stood out in contrast to the mostly white environment. Annja grinned. “That obvious, huh?”
“Yep. Everyone says that the first time they come down here. Like they expected this place to be all warm and sunshiny.”
“Well, I knew it was snowy, but I didn’t think it was quite like this.”
He grinned. “I know it. Your name Annja?”
“Yes—”
“Don’t ask me how I knew. You’re the only one coming down this time of year. Folks with good common sense wait until later in the summer. Our summer, that is.”
Annja unzipped her jacket. “I guess I’m staying here?”
“Temporarily. Least that’s what I heard.” He handed her a key. “Your room’s upstairs. Number five. You need me to show you where it is?”
“I think I can handle it.”
“Okay.”
Annja looked at him. “You got a name?”
“Trevor. Trevor Howard.”
“You don’t look like much of a cruise director, Trevor. No offense.”
He smirked. “I’m not. But you’re in my building, so I like to know everyone when they come in for the first time. But don’t think of me as your local tour guide or anything.”
Annja pointed outside. “Already got one of those. What do you do here?”
“Try to stay warm,” Trevor said. “What most of us are doing here. Enjoy the room.” He turned and went back to watching the movie.
Annja grabbed her duffel bag and headed up the stairs to the second floor. She found number five easily enough and immediately heaved her duffel bag on top of the bed. She could always unpack later.
Her room was Spartan, but she hadn’t expected much. A double bed with a drawer underneath it occupied most of the room. She had a desk and chair near one wall and a small television on the table by the door. There was an overhead light and a red lamp on the nightstand.
I feel like I’m back in college, she thought.
She resisted the urge to grab a shower and instead headed back downstairs. She glanced quickly at Trevor’s back, but he made no attempt to talk to her again, so she slipped back outside and into the Sno-Cat.
Dave sat there whistling a tune. “All set?”
“Guess so.”
He slid the Sno-Cat into drive. “What’d you think of the place?”
“Like a college dorm.”
Dave nodded. “Sure is. And sometimes, the Air National Guard guys have a keg-tossing contest down at the bars.”
“Wonderful.”
“You meet Trevor?”
“I guess you could call it that.”
“Yeah, he’s like that with everyone. But honestly, he’s a good guy. You need anything, he’ll be there to help you out. Just don’t take it personally that he comes off as a royal pain in the ass.”
“Okay,” Annja said.
They drove back down the main street and then turned left. Through the snow, Annja could see bright lights. “Neon?”
Dave shrugged. “Like I said, gotta make it look like home.”
He slid the Sno-Cat in next to another vehicle and then killed the engine. “We’d better get inside. In this weather, even the cab freezes after about five minutes.”
Annja clambered down again and Dave waited as she walked around. Then he held the door open for her and she ducked inside.
Annja could hear the steady throb of a bass line drum beat. It sounded like they’d just walked into a nightclub. Dave unzipped and showed Annja where she could hang up her parka. “Drink?” he asked.
She nodded. “Definitely.”
They headed for the bar. Annja could make out about twenty people throughout the club, most of them in smaller groups. Some of them ate dinner and others seemed to be laughing over a round of drinks. A few tipsy folks hammed it up on the small parquet wooden floor.
“It’s imitation,” Dave said. “But it looks the part and that’s all that matters sometimes.”
Dave ordered a beer for himself. “What can I get you?”
“Gin and tonic,” Annja said.
The man behind the bar had a white beard longer than the ones worn by the guys in ZZ Top. “We’re out of limes,” he said.
Annja nodded. “That’s fine.”
He slid her the drink and Dave passed some money across. “First round’s on me.”
Annja held up her glass. “Thanks for the warm welcome.”
He clinked his beer bottle and then drank long and deep.
Annja sipped her drink and found it packed a wallop. She turned back to the bartender. “You put any tonic water in this?”
He grinned. “You just got here, right? I figured you could use the extra kick. That flight rattles a lot of people’s nerves.”
Annja smiled and hoisted her glass. “Much appreciated.”
“My pleasure.”
Dave nodded at an empty booth. “Want to sit down?”
Annja shrugged. “Sure. I’m not sure how the heck I’m supposed to find my friend.”
“Zach’ll find you, I’d expect,”