Chapter 2
Believe it or not, in all the years of my overextended existence, I had never been to Alaska. I was created—born—something—in Gaul during the Imperial Crisis, in a tribe known as the Treveri, and until the 1500s, stayed in Europe and Africa. My migration to the New World began in Jamaica, actually, a beautiful country fraught with too much strife as Europeans slowly inflicted their belief systems upon it. Assignments were plentiful. My memories of the region are warm and fond, but unfortunately short-lived. For my work, I followed people. I followed growth. That meant moving north, and then west.
Perhaps Alaska was the next logical step.
Access was my first big obstacle to finding my target, so I chartered a private plane for the journey. In urban areas, I could rely on foldin
