Svalbard, Norway. One week later.The military plane touched down just after a storm had passed. The sky was washed clean, and the sun shone against the ice-blue fjord that flowed out into the Greenland Sea.
Clouds whipped past high above in the grey sky and a biting wind chilled Morgan to the bone, even through her insulated jacket. She hurried over to the snowmobile, backpack securely in place, revved up the vehicle and crossed the snowy peninsula to her final destination.
Svalbard was a remote archipelago in the Arctic Ocean, north of mainland Europe and halfway to the North Pole. It really was the edge of the world and difficult to get to, even in decent weather.
Martin Klein had arranged Morgan’s trip, hiding her itinerary from the public record and even from Director Marietti and J
