We fall at a hundred and twenty miles an hour. The snow is blinding, a chaotic, swirling vortex of white.
Approaching the drop zone! Kade projects, his mental voice tight. Deploy chutes!
We pull the cords. The chutes deploy with a violent, bone-jarring snap, slowing our descent. We drift through the blizzard, the massive, brutalist spire of the second Anchor looming in the darkness below.
We hit the ice hard, rolling to absorb the impact. The cold is absolute. It bites through the thermal-regulation suits, settling deep in the bones.
Move, Kade commands through the bond.
We sprint toward the facility, the snow crunching beneath our boots. We reach the outer perimeter, a massive, reinforced steel blast door set into the side of the ice shelf.
Lyra is already there, placing a shaped th
