Chapter 4I’m not a morning person, so Idon’tmake decisions before about ten. Actually, I prefer makingdecisionsin the middle of the afternoon, but sometimes fate doesn’t allowthat. I was still drowsy and drinking my second cup of coffee whenAltamonte walked into the office and briskly saluted. He lookedchipper. I frowned. If there’s one thing I don’t like early inthe morning, it’s chipper. I told him to be at ease. Then he hit mewith his request.
I frowned and took another large gulpof the coffee.
“You want to take an expeditionwhere?” I said.
“The North Pole. Or close to it. Isyour little hologram still operational?”
“It is, but this time of the morningI’m not.”
I flicked a button and the holographicglobe of Jardoval popped up. It spun slowly in the air. Our campwasdesignated by a ti
