'Who the hell are you!' Brophy demanded, breaking a sweat inside his parka. As soon as they were settled, the chopper lifted off, turning westward. 'Now get yourself and your dogs into the chopper.'Īt gunpoint, Brophy maneuvered his reluctant dogs and sled up a skid ramp into the cargo bay. The man pressed his rifle hard against the geologist's temple.īrophy's voice was shaking as he transmitted the bizarre message. The first man now handed him a note card with a few lines typed on it. Trembling, Brophy adjusted his transmission frequency. The second man raised his rifle and pointed it at Brophy's head. One hundred kilohertz? Brophy felt utterly lost. Decrease your radio frequency to one hundred kilohertz.' 'We need you to transmit an emergency communique. 'How did you know my name? Who are you?'īewildered, Brophy pulled his radio from his parka.

They were dressed in full-weather whites, armed with rifles, and moved toward Brophy with urgent intent. When the chopper doors slid open, two men descended. The aircraft landed fifty yards away, kicking up a stinging spray of granulated snow. 'What is it, girls?' Brophy asked, stepping off the sled.īeyond the gathering storm clouds, a twin-rotor transport helicopter arched in low, hugging the glacial peaks with military dexterity. Geologist Charles Brophy had endured the savage splendor of this terrain for years, and yet nothing could prepare him for a fate as barbarous and unnatural as the one about to befall him.Īs Brophy's four huskies pulled his sled of geologic sensing equipment across the tundra, the dogs suddenly slowed, looking skyward. Death, in this forsaken place, could come in countless forms.

Deception point by dan brown