Chapter 10
Marcus waited for the smoke, and there it was. Billowing up and out of the pack ice to his right, slanting and dispersing rather quickly. These were explosives, he deduced, not a lot of smoke like something still on fire or a fuel explosion.
He figured he could make a straight path up and out of the trench, skipping the winding path that he had taken in. This would most likely put him on the same path the patrol, which had lost a man earlier, would be taking back. He needed to hurry. The explosion was over, it was getting late and they were probably heading his way already.