Under the Ice
A charcoal bank of western clouds warned of early thunderstorms, but for now the morning south Florida sunshine promised invigorating heat. The Doctor rose from his Beemer and allowed the sultry air to bathe his pores and tease out a thin layer of perspiration. For some reason, when this happened up north he immediately felt grimy, but down here, amidst the aroma of rampant vegetation and salt air, he welcomed it.
He paused before the imposing, but otherwise nondescript structure before him and sighed. Only careful scrutiny would disclose the bars on the windows to the left and right and the tinier apertures in the upper floors. Even though he earned his living off people like the ones within, he could not fight the wave of sadness when his thoughts drifted into their spher
