Of the Hyperborea itself there was no sign…or not at first. What we found instead was a complex fortified installation, showing all the hallmarks of sinister Disparate technology. Maas had provided, and where we expected to find the Hyperborea. The next thing I clearly recall is our final approach to the coordinates Dr. The following hours spent traversing the frigid waste in a blizzard are also a jumbled blur, ill-remembered and poorly defined. It is still unclear to me exactly what brought down our little aircraft. Vaunt, Alex and I boarded a seaplane and set off for the Antarctic a much larger support team, mainly militia, was to follow by separate transport. Therefore, immediately after the service for Dr. Either way, the arguments were moot until we found the vessel.
Others on our team disagreed, believing that the Hyperborea might hold the secret to the revolution’s success. Elly had felt strongly that the Hyperborea should be destroyed rather than allow it to fall into the hands of the Disparate. Jerry Maas, which we believed to mark the location of the lost luxury liner Hyperborea. We had the Antarctic coordinates, transmitted by Elly’s long-time assistant, Dr. It was the strong belief of her brave son, the feisty Alex Vaunt, that we should continue on as his mother had wished. And yet, once Elly had been buried, we found the strength and courage to regroup. The Research & Rebellion team was traumatized, unable to be sure how much of our plan might be compromised, and whether it made any sense to go on at all as we had intended. To begin with, as you may recall from the closing paragraphs of my previous missive, the death of Elly Vaunt shook us all. I do first apologize for the wait, and that done, hasten to finally explain (albeit briefly, quickly, and in very little detail) events following those described in my previous letter (referred to herewith as Epistle 2). In the time since, I have been able to think occasionally about how best to describe the intervening years, my years of silence. This was the case until eighteen months ago, when I experienced a critical change in my circumstances, and was redeposited on these shores. I can hear your complaint already, “Gertie Fremont, we have not heard from you in ages!” Well, if you care to hear excuses, I have plenty, the greatest of them being I’ve been in other dimensions and whatnot, unable to reach you by the usual means.
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