Terror Peak: Can You Survive the Mountain? by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: epub, ebook, QuarkXPress
Publisher: Crystal Lake Publishing
Published: 2022-02-04T08:00:00+00:00

14

A team of boarders and skiers waited for the copter, and Chance shook his head as Trevor put the bird on the ground. Clouds of swirling snow created a whiteout, sunlight bouncing off snowpack, rainbows of color knifing through the white. The rotors slowed and the powder settled, revealing five boarders in overly colorful gear leaning on their boards.

The whirlybird shuddered as Trevor landed on flat stone, the landing skids shrieking as they scraped over the rock. The craft settled and Ju Ju popped the side door and slid it back. Wind pushed into the cabin, the scent of smoke carrying faintly on the breeze, tattered clouds streaking across a slate blue sky.

Tatiana asked, “Why didn’t those guys just ride the rest of the way down to Fort Fortune?”

Chance wasn’t sure how to answer, so he hiked his shoulders. He’d decided to treat Tatiana like a reporter, and until he got to know her better, what he told her would be need-to-know.

“Real riders don’t zoom the bunny hill,” Maggie said.

Chance smirked. He couldn’t help himself. The camerawoman was right. It took moxie and a certain level of insanity to want to ride Abominable Peak, let alone actually do it, but it also took money. Lots of it. And with money came ego, self-importance, and the ever-damaging assholism. Judging by their new, colorful gear, these posers—though, technically he had no right to call them that if they’d ridden the hill—part-time adventurers, were more concerned about the story, the selfies, than the ride.

The other crew didn’t even say hello as they climbed silently into the chopper. Chance stood next to his team’s pile of supplies, trying to meet each riders’ eye as they walked past, but they didn’t even glance his way. To them, he’d gotten off at the bottom of the escalator. Two years ago, they would’ve been asking for his autograph.

“Who else will be around here today?” Ju Ju asked.

“Nobody,” Chance said. “Trevor has more drops at the top, but they’re ride-throughs.”

“So, that’s good,” Maggie said.

“Why’s that?” Tatiana said.

“Last time I checked, silence was an important attribute of a hunter,” Maggie said.

Snow pelted the companions, the wind arguing and singing.

“So, where do we start?” Tatiana asked.

Chance pointed at the food container. “We hike away from here. Up the mountain until we find tracks, or some sign, then we put out our bait and wait.”

“Wait?” Tatiana said.

“Hunting is mostly sitting around doing nothing,” Maggie said. She did that thing with her hands that photographers do when they’re trying to frame a shot. “This light is going to be a bitch.”

“You’ve got the big diffuser, right?” Tatiana asked.

Maggie nodded. “It’s the contrast I’m worried about. Chance said the bea—this thing is white, and in case you haven’t noticed, there’s a lot of white up here.”

“And it’s maldito cold,” Ju Ju said.

“Your Latin blood,” Maggie joked.

Tatiana didn’t take the lead, so Chance did. “You can store the supplies in that red tent there.” Ju Ju moved the two supply crates as Maggie unfolded a small sled that held her silver camera gear cases perfectly.

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