Polar Quest. Tom Grace

rolled his eyes. He hated Kilkenny’s nickname for the extinct and endangered species portion of the database. ‘We have the first few samples, with more expected to trickle in over the next few months. Sorry to say, but there’s not a T-rex in the lot.’

      ‘Make lousy house pets, anyway,’ Eames added. ‘Better off sticking with your dogs.’

      Kilkenny checked his watch. ‘Gentlemen, thanks for the update. Now I have a little surprise for you.’

      A high-definition video monitor on the wall of the conference room displayed a bright blue test screen. A moment later, square bits of a still image appeared like scattered pieces of a puzzle trying to assemble itself. The image blinked once and filled the screen as the satellite connection between MARC and the LV Research Station was established.

      ‘Hello from scenic Lake Vostok,’ Nedra said with a smile, Collins seated at her side. ‘How are things back in the world?’

      ‘Cold, and we’re getting a bit of snow right now,’ Kilkenny replied.

      ‘You poor boys,’ Nedra said. ‘It’s a lovely morning here. The sun is shining, just like it does all day, every day, and it’s a balmy minus forty-four.’

      ‘You want to trade?’ Collins asked.

      ‘No way,’ Eames replied. ‘Michigan is more than cold enough for me. I don’t know how you two can stand it down there.’

      ‘Actually, it’s very cozy,’ Nedra said. ‘I’ve even managed to get a pretty good tan.’

      Nedra turned in her chair and rolled the waist of her sweatpants down just enough to reveal a tan line on her hip. Collins laughed at the embarrassed looks on the faces of the three men in Ann Arbor.

      ‘You’ve been sunbathing at the South Pole?’ Kilkenny asked.

      ‘They’ve been down there too long, Nolan,’ Eames said. ‘NASA better pull them out ASAP.’

      ‘When there’s no wind, the sun’s strong enough to keep you warm,’ Nedra explained. ‘It’s like spring skiing at Tahoe.’

      ‘Enough of this chit-chat,’ Eames said. ‘What are you bringing home for us?’

      ‘It better be more than a T-shirt,’ Sutton added.

      ‘Oh, it will be,’ Collins promised, ‘considering what you’ve invested in this project.’

      Nedra looked directly at Eames and Sutton. ‘The life flourishing in Lake Vostok is far beyond anything we anticipated. We’ve got some great samples for you guys to work on. Did IPL send you any of the pictures?’

      ‘Yeah, just got ‘em,’ Kilkenny replied. He slid a file across the table to Eames and Sutton.

      ‘Jesus, that’s beautiful,’ Eames said as he spread the glossy prints on the table.

      ‘Cousteau would’ve been proud,’ Kilkenny agreed.

      ‘We loaded the last samples yesterday and the cryobot is on its way back to the surface,’ Collins said. ‘As the pictures show, there’s some pretty bizarre stuff down there, and we’ve only just started exploring this lake. I hope we can count on UGene’s continued support of this project.’

      ‘Once we get these first samples analyzed, I’m sure there won’t be any trouble funding a more comprehensive investigation of Lake Vostok,’ Kilkenny predicted. ‘Since NASA’s announcement in December, I’ve taken calls from several drug companies offering millions for a peek at your samples.’

      ‘Lloyd and I have increased the scan rate on our sequencers,’ Eames said. ‘Depending on the size of the genome, it shouldn’t take more than a few weeks to decode whatever you’re bringing back.’

      ‘And we’re working on some more improvements to make the process even faster,’ Sutton added.

      ‘I’d be even happier if you’d make your equipment smaller and lighter,’ Nedra said. ‘As you already know, space on the Europa Lander will be at a premium.’

      ‘We’ll do what we can,’ Sutton promised.

      ‘While you two are busy raising the cryobot and getting packed for the trip home, I’ll be working my way south to pick you up,’ Kilkenny announced.

      ‘What? You’re coming here?’ Collins asked, incredulous.

      ‘Yeah. Something came up and the NSF agreed to let me have a seat on one of their planes. If everything stays on schedule, I’ll be knocking on your front door in couple of weeks.’

      The image on the wall monitor began to degrade.

      ‘Looks like our time is up,’ Kilkenny announced. ‘See you soon.’

      Collins and his wife waved, then the image disintegrated and the screen turned solid blue. Kilkenny switched the monitor off. ‘It’s not every day you chat with someone at the South Pole.’

      ‘These photographs are amazing,’ Sutton said. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like this.’

      ‘Twenty million years of total isolation will do that to an ecosystem,’ Kilkenny said. ‘The Galapagos Islands were never cut off like Lake Vostok.’

      Eames looked up from the photos. ‘All this good news calls for a celebration. Everyone up for dinner?’

      ‘I’m in,’ Kilkenny replied.

      ‘I’ve got plans,’ Sutton said apologetically, ‘but let me make a quick call. I’m sure I’ve got time for a drink.’

      They ended up at Connor O’Neill’s, a Main Street restaurant modeled after the pubs of rural Ireland. In the front corner, a live band filled the place with a rollicking ballad that incited several patrons to holler and clap along with them.

      ‘Evening, Oz,’ a waitress called out as they entered, her accent authentic Dublin. ‘I see you brought some friends with ya tonight. If you like, there’s an open table by the fire.’

      ‘Thanks, Hannah.’

      ‘You come here a lot?’ Kilkenny asked.

      ‘I’m a regular,’ Eames replied. ‘Didn’t I ever tell you I was Black Irish?’

      Kilkenny considered for a moment if Eames was serious. While it was obvious that most of Eames’s lineage was African, Kilkenny had to concede the possibility that, somewhere in the scientist’s ancestry, there might be a Spanish sailor who washed up on the Irish coast after the English navy destroyed the famed Armada. ‘I guess that would make us cousins.’

      Eames turned and smiled at him. ‘Glad you finally noticed the family resemblance.’

      On the way back, they ordered three pints of amber ale from the bar and settled in at a table by the fireplace.

      ‘To Lake Vostok,’ Kilkenny offered, his pint of beer raised.

      Eames and Sutton seconded the toast and drained an inch from their glasses.

      ‘May I join you?’ a woman asked.

      Kilkenny looked up as a woman approached the table. She looked to be in her early forties, with shoulder-length blond hair and the wardrobe of a working professional. To Kilkenny’s surprise, Sutton rose and kissed the woman on the cheek.

      ‘Nolan, this is Faye Olson,’ he said proudly.

      Kilkenny stood and shook Olson’s hand. ‘A pleasure.’

      ‘For me as well. Lloyd speaks very highly of you.’

      Olson then turned to Eames, who remained seated. ‘Hi, Oz.’

      ‘Hello, Faye,’ Eames replied politely.

      Olson shed her overcoat and sat at the table as Sutton flagged down a waitress for a glass of white wine. ‘So, what are you celebrating?’

      ‘Just