Max and Siobhan were also running out of time because a mysterious team of thugs in white camouflage (which made them look like Darth Vader’s stormtroopers) was pursuing the two friends on sleek, glistening white gas-powered snowmobiles with skids that could churn across the slippery surface much better than the soles of Max’s and Siobhan’s hiking boots. Benjamin Franklin Abercrombie, the billionaire backer of the CMI, had sent Max and Siobhan to this glacier in Greenland to research the team’s next big assignment: turning around the world’s climate crisis. It was turning the once-solid Greenland Ice Sheet into a melting slab of leaky Swiss cheese. They had been examining the Jakobshavn Glacier on the west coast of Greenland because global warming was causing its ice to disappear at an alarming rate. Max realized that the fiery redhead could be talking about the earth or their current predicament. “We don’t have much time, Max!” shouted her friend and colleague, the twelve-year-old geoscientist (and certified genius) Siobhan. The ice rapidly melting beneath Max’s feet created snaking rivulets of turquoise blue water that widened into streams that sliced through the ice and made gaping holes that ended up as gushing waterfalls. Wishing some angry crew of mysterious mercenaries wasn’t chasing after her and Siobhan. Wishing she could somehow run faster, that her bulging backpack wasn’t slowing her down. Max Einstein raced across the slick surface of the glacier wishing she had worn something warmer than her flapping trench coat.
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