Peter Tork Grave の小説・ストーリー

He sneered, urging me on, "Bring the camera closer. Let us see how you break the world record!" I wasn't provoked by Zachary. Gasping for breath, I raised the axe over my head and swung down toward the layer of ice and snow protecting the pipeline. "This axe of mine is for dealing with wild animals at the base, and it can slice through bear hide… "Do the math. How long do you think it'll take me to dig down to the pipeline?" As the base's communications officer, Zachary knew better than anyone that once the pipeline ruptured, in the polar night at minus fifty degrees, no one would survive long enough to wait for rescue.

He walked up to where she stood and stared at the tombstone before them. “Steve.” “Who the fuck is Steve and why are we staring at his grave right now?” “I have a feeling he has something to do with Mork’s disappearance,” Chloe frowned. “Calistè told us to check all the graves around here and this is the only weird one we’ve seen up till now.” “And what makes this grave weird?” Syke asked staring at her. “Look at it,” Chloe pointed. “The sand around is fresh. It’s just been recently dug up. Mork was here a few hours ago, or a few days at most. This is why Calistè sent us here.”

And a team of pr⁠ofes‍sion‍al⁠ merc‍enaries c⁠losin​g in. I loo​k‌ed at Peter. He was already hovering o‍ver his laptop whi⁠ch he had perc‌h​ed on a stack of rot‍ting hy⁠mnals. "P‌eter the Ghost. You⁠ sai⁠d it was risky. Yo‌u said it would light a flare in the dark.⁠"