“You look tired.”
Fox heaved a sigh and glanced at Joanne, busy flicking through the archives, trying to find something that she hadn’t yet mentioned to him.
“Jet lag,” he replied. “I had to take two planes to get where I am, and it is very cold and the roads—if you can even call them roads—are so covered in ice that their ground vehicles have to use metal studs and chains to go anywhere. Also, it’s already dark and it’s only four in the afternoon.”
“They still use ground vehicles? What kind of country are you even in?”
“According to them, it’s too windy to use a hover jet, the ice has caused all our navigation equipment to go haywire, and this entire place is so flat and empty that it all looks the same, so going by sight would leave us lost and stranded in the middle of nowhere.”
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