The Expedition Stage 1: Getting There pt 10
The Expedition Stage 1: Getting There pt 10
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Spider's immediate protest earned him some grins in return. The men gathered up their gear, and headed towards the ice cliff.
"See ya, Bossman - you're one of the good ones. If I don't come back, you'll have to come get me," Thorne told Ben and Fritz. "Bruno, Stay. Precious, Stay," Thorne said to the two animals, and set off towards the ice cliff. Bruno laid down in the snow in a huff, and Precious clambered on top of his shoulders to curl up.
Thorne, Spider and Jack hiked up the ice shelf towards the cliff where the supply drop was placed, the orange flags waving in the stiff wind. Closer, it looked like several wooden crates gathered in a rope net, and a parachute was spread out across the ice, fortunately flat. The ice was sheer, a climb of about seventy feet, and there was a faint grinding sound coming from the glacier. Spider looked at their gear, checking the ice axes, rope and pitons. Jack made the first ascent, with Spider as the belaying weight, then Spider climbed up, and both of them assisted Thorne.
Thorne waved enthusiastically at the dogsleds from the top of the cliff, getting a wave back from both Ben and Fritz. "What a view !" He said, and fished out his camera to take a picture. The more practical agents looked at the crates, most oddly sized, which were marked with "DOD Shipment, Authorized Personnel Only, BPRD office supplies." They could see for a good distance; a wave of clouds was rippling in from the East, obscuring the horizon, and the mountains were rising to the South. They were still far away from their target.
Spider applied an ice axe to one of the crates, wrenching it open. What was inside was a surprise indeed. Packed in straw was a row of strange-looking ice axes - made of a metal that was very lightweight, and covered in some kind of coating that was easy to grip. The handles were not wood, but the same metal substance, oddly curved, and felt warm to the touch. The next box held tough metal piton clamps that would fit over their mukluks with fabric straps that were durable as new leather, but much lighter in weight. The third box had more boxes inside it, of some waxed-paper wrapped food cakes marked Emergency Rations, a letter in a sealed envelope marked for 'Ben Weintraub or the current Expedition Leader', a bunch of greenish sticks of some celluloid-like material, some coils of rope in an unknown fiber but of very good quality, lightweight and strong. Also in there was a strange case made of some kind of bakelite plastic, labelled 'Oxygen System' and another marked "Radio Tracker'. The long thin crate held three pairs of skis and ski poles, made of some kind of lightweight material that was not wood. The last crate was doubly-padded, and labelled, "High Energy Explosives" in about five languages, English, German, French, and two Asian scripts. Another letter was taped to it with strange silver tape, marking it "Fritz. Mit liebe, Fritz." Lastly, there was a tin of chocolate chip cookies from Edith with a little note telling them she missed them all very much. Thorne took a couple more pictures. "How do we get all this down from here ?" he then asked.
They began to lower the crates down, using the net and the ropes. Braced on the fancy skis, the crates moved cleanly over the ice and snow. They were able to drag the crates along easily enough with tow ropes; and to replace their current gear with this new stuff would lighten the load in the sleds. Spider tested out one of the new ice axes and nearly pitched his old one away right then and there; the new one was perfect.
Ben accepted the letter addressed to himself and began reading aloud.
"Dear Boss,
I trust you will know what to do with this equipment that I made Mr. Ellison deliver to coordinates given to me by your consultant Mr. Macey. We are managing at the office well enough and hope you are doing well. Instructions for the new equipment are enclosed in their respective boxes. Deleas omnia antequam redeas. Mr. Macey sends his regards to Mr. Mallory and begs his indulgence. We await your safe return.
Warmly,
Edith."
"My handwriting," Fritz said, looking at the letter he had. It was a series of instructions, in German, and in Fritz's neat handwriting, with diagrammes. The small box had what looked like fuses in one case, and the other, grey claylike bricks of something marked 'C4'. He looked at the clay, then the letter, and back again.
"Macey brought it from the future. All of this stuff, it's from the future." Ben said, gesturing at the crates and their bounty.
"Mmmm, cookies," Thorne said, munching. "If we're going to steal stuff from a civilisation that's advanced, to quote you, Boss; what difference does it make if we use equipment that's advanced, to do it ?"
Ben gave that a moment of thought, then shrugged. "So long as we don't keep the new stuff, we may as well use it. Spider, Luke Macey is - or will be, your employee, so it's up to you what to do with him. I'm giving up on that one."
"Shame he couldn't give us the racing news or some good stock tips," Thorne said, passing the tin of cookies over and surveying the nearest sled, to determine what to throw out to make room for the new stuff.
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