Wowzer, Anderssen! Who would have thought that Dr. Armstrong would agree to her coming on his expedition to the Arctic circle! Maybe it was the comments she had helpfully started adding in the margins of his notebooks as she typed them up back at the University. Maybe he had decided that she had a good analytical brain and could be useful to him on the expedition. After all, she had done all her research, she knew all about Frey and Freyja and Thor and Odin, and even about the Thor's hammer belonging to Erik the Red that Dr. Armstrong was looking for. Or maybe Polly DeVere had put in a good word for her friend. Whatever, she was here, and she was determined to show everyone that she was more than just a secretary!

Unfortunately, she also seemed to get lost. A lot. On this particular occasion, she had got lost in the woods between the dig and the camp and ended up at the coast. She was quite surprised to see a boat-load of rough-looking Scandinavians pulling up on the shore. With a start, she realised they were carrying guns! Perhaps this was the rival expedition that Dr. Armstrong had been so concerned about! She turned to run, the warn people- and found herself staring right down the barrel of a rifle!

"That'll do, my pretty girl!" said the viking thug. "We can't have you giving us away, now can we? Tie her up, lads!"

She had to get away and warm the rest of the expedition! The man with the viking-blonde beard and the rifle was none other than Bjorn Sigurdsson, henchmen of the dreaded Scarletti himself!

"Not so fast, my lovely girl!" Sigurdsson growled. "Gag her, and carry her down to the edge of the water. Now then, my dear. If you are a good girl and stay still, we'll untie you on our way back to the boat when we've got what we want. But if you kick and struggle, you'll roll down into the sea and well, tied up like that, I don't think you'll be swimming. And sinking is probably not good for your health."