Fiona Frost's Arc

Chapter 1 of 3

Fiona stood at the base of the tower, craning her neck to see the top floor. She needed a space that could do two things at once. Track storm fronts moving across Whitehaven. Watch every camera feed from the contestants below. If this show was going to beat the competition, she couldn't miss a single moment of drama. The lodge sat fifty yards away, warm light spilling from its windows. She walked toward it, boots crunching through snow. Inside, the production crew had already mounted screens along one wall. Weather monitors lined the opposite side, still displaying default patterns. Fiona pulled a rolling chair to the center of the main room and sat down. From here she could see everything. A low pressure system building to the north. Two contestants arguing near the fire pit on camera three. She smiled and reached for her headset. This was going to work.