The Prince of Their Little Winter Kingdom“What?”
“The communication spikes we've seen coming out of Nifelheim.”
“Comms-spikes?”
So, they know about those.
“Yes. Powerful enough to cause brief data outages throughout the system.”
“Still think it's a coincidence, Perez?”
I ignore her. “And what are the Goliaths saying?”
“We don't know.”
“You don't have anyone who can translate Norse?”
“We do, but the transmissions are encrypted. On a level we've never encountered before, and, so far, we haven't been able to crack them. Even our best AIs failed, and we have some illegal s**t in our arsenal. All we know is they broadcast stupendous amounts of raw data to someone in the system. Since the recipient is not transmitting anything in return, we can't locate them. This has got the Terran int
