FIFTEEN
When Jean landed at Wilkins Aerodrome, he expected to see more than just a few boxy buildings and shipping containers with a Hagglund parked outside. He helped unload his gear – enough supplies for the Heard Island expedition – and watched the ski plane take off again without seeing any signs of another human being at the base.
Sighing, he started to load the gear into the back of the Hagglund, figuring he'd best get it stowed before he went searching for people. If there were any. Wasn't Wilkins the name of the base in that book he'd read at McMurdo, a tattered paperback with half the cover missing about some sort of spy mission at an Antarctic base where most of the characters were trying to kill each other?
If some femme fatale walked out of one of the sea containers right
