2043. Futuristic. Inside the dimly lit command center of the US Icebreaker Leviathan. Captain Johnathan "Hawk" Hawkins, a grizzled veteran with eyes the color of the Arctic Sea,gave a noncommittal grunt, but his eyes narrowed. Beside him, Lieutenant Grace Kim was right. The Lomonosov Ridge wasn't just some disputed territory. It held secrets... secrets that now stirred beneath the ice like something waking from a long slumber. "Worse than usual, sir," Kim replied, her voice tight. "Signal's degrading, and it's not just ambient interference." --ar 3:2  --s 750