“Say again, leading you?” “You heard me. Swimming alongside. Making eye contact. Patting the water toward a direction. Never seen anything like it.” There was a pause. Then: “Can you keep visual?” Henrik answered for him. “We’re following her now. Slowly. Heading east across the floes. About two clicks from grid 72-B.”
“Understood. Keep us updated. And be careful. That storm’s accelerating.” Elias put the mic down as the boat slowly angled away from its original course. The ice closed in tighter here, forcing Henrik to weave between slushy corridors and tight bottlenecks.