A Rival for the Hockey Alpha
Stiles questioned, a little louder than he should.
Sky looked at the Elder, then at me. He looked just as horrified as I felt. “Wait. Like... actual dead, slimy, stinking fish?”
“The ice will mask your body heat from the sensors,” Sthor explained, completely serious. “The smell of the salt and the scales will confuse the tracker dogs. You’ll be buried under two feet of frozen salmon. The guards will just see a truck full of food. They won't even open the lids.”
“No, no, no, no…” Stiles complained, turning to me. “Riven, you know how much I hate the smell of fresh fish. I will die before we even get to the bridge.”
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