Repeated motion, drew Keri’s attention. As she closed the distance, the orange ball became one of Scotty’s gloves waving frantically from the base of a rock. Keri bent next to him, putting her ear next to his mouth.
“We’ll never find him in this!” Scotty shouted. Even at that distance, it was hard to hear him over the bellowing thunder and screeching winds of the antarctic storm roiling around them.
“That’s too bad. I’m not letting him walk away.”
He grabbed her arm. “Look around you.” He waved into the storm. “This can bury us in more ways than you can imagine. He’ll freeze to death anyway, what does it matter?”
She jerked out of his grasp. “Get a hold of yourself. You saw what happened back there. You know we need answers. We’ll turn back in another hour but you have to look.”
“You’re going to get us all killed!”
Keri drew her puukko and waved the blade in front of his face. “You can die right now.”
“Are you crazy?” Scotty cried, flattening himself against the rock.
“Do you want to find out?”