Irritation built as Anders stepped past the perimeter marker of Base Camp Aktina. No matter how loud he turned his music up, the sound of metal on metal always cut through. He was up to seven and still he could hear dozens of knives being sharpened at the…

Frank shook his head. His brain was slowing down. He was sure of it. His thoughts came too slowly these days like ships navigating through a thick and treacherous fog struggling through a sea of syrup. His brain felt like it was wrapped in smothering blan…