“I take it that’s not one of your coworkers,” said Leander, glancing at the expression on Eryx’s face. The person on the screen had a rifle and was loaded with other gear, much of it s**t Leander knew enough to stay away from.
“I don’t understand,” said Eryx. “If you tripped the sensors…”
“Then how are there poachers?” asked Leander as a second figure, similarly dressed, entered the screen amid a flurry of snow.
The lights came on then, the whir of machines checking themselves as the base reactivated. The light was so bright in comparison to the near dark, Leander’s headache returned immediately and he squeezed his eyes shut. He must be getting old, if a night’s sleep didn’t cure him from crash symptoms anymore.
“I can’t believe this.” Eryx got out of bed and made his way to the neares
