Eden
Day Seven
Sam shivered in the cold water. Maybe she didn’t need to lose a few pounds; perhaps she should pack an extra five on. Some blubber would be handy right now. The propeller had been useful when it came to getting them to the island quickly, but it also meant she wasn’t expending any energy to stay warm.
They’d passed several round sea mines and given them a wide berth. Each was about the size of one of those plastic exercise balls she hated and had creepy-looking antennae. Based on her training, she knew they were called contact mines, but had always thought of them as “alien-heads.”
The comms unit beeped in her ear, signaling a call. Matte had told them that when they heard the beep, they were to hold their breath and be as silent as possible since bubbles and breathing c
