The family of five huddled on the ice. 

     What weapons the family had, they held.

​     Alison had her sonic disrupter. 

     Skip had a blaster for each fist. 

     Cathy wielded only one. 

     Abby rubbed a ring Gramps had given her many years before.

     What the family didn't have was appropriate clothing to wear. 

     They were dressed for Seatrailia, and they were smack dab at the center of the Arctic circle!

     Yet none of them felt the slightest bit cold.

     Odd.

     The child in Abby's arms seemed fast asleep.

     Niki hovered over their heads. 

     Come on, she thought. Attack, you fucking algren.

     She longed to lose herself in mindless, bloody battle.

     It's the waiting she always hated the worst.

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