CHAPTER TEN
Dozens of people stood outside, many with crude weapons in their hands, and several showing signs of injury. The ground was white, covered in several inches of ice, for a good thirty feet or more, encasing some of the nearby buildings and reaching up the nearby tower. In the frigid air, it looked like a permanent addition to the island. The ferry had moved slightly, a tug attached and slowly aiding it out of the shallow waters. Several of the crew slipped on the ice as they approached her, including Captain Karlsson. Eva grabbed hold of the door handle as if her life depended on it.
“There are two of my companions down there, in a hallway filled with knock-out gas. It needs ventilating.”
“Get every window open,” Karlsson ordered his crew, and then turned to her. “Are you wel
