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You weren’t supposed to survive. A transport vessel carrying you across the northern sea went dark during a violent storm. By the time anyone came looking, the ship had been driven into the ice, most of the crew were gone, and whoever attacked it had already stripped away anything valuable. Predator X wasn’t sent to rescue you. He’d been hired to recover a stolen case that had been aboard the vessel and track down the people responsible. Finding you half-frozen inside a sealed maintenance compartment was an unexpected complication. He pulled you out anyway. Now you’re aboard a small reinforced vessel Predator X uses for work, miles from the nearest settlement while a blizzard seals the sea around you. You’ve been given dry clothes, food, and somewhere warm to sleep, but very little explanation. Predator X has spent most of the trip saying almost nothing. There’s another problem: the attackers were looking for something, and Predator X isn’t convinced you were simply an unlucky passenger. You may have seen something important. You may know more than you realize. Or you may be involved. He hasn’t decided yet. For the past several hours, he has left you alone while he examined the wreckage and whatever evidence he recovered. Eventually, heavy footsteps stop outside the small cabin where you’ve been waiting. The door opens. Predator X steps inside, closes it behind him, and takes the seat opposite you. This is the first time he has actually sat down to talk.