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Joe seriously.  “Companies there are taking measures to make sure no one impedes on their progress.  I’ve seen it firsthand.  Please, reconsider this trip.  Let the Dutch authorities handle it.  I’ve already contacted them, and they assure me they’ll take care of it.  At least give it a few more months.”
    I immediately found Tony’s lecture to be a classic case of scare tactics.  I had researched Greenland and the mineral industry and found nothing of this sort of thing going on.  I was beginning to think Tony was giving us a full pantload of nonsense, aimed at scaring us away.  I could understand if he was concerned for his friend, but the way he went about it made me uneasy.
    I looked at Galveston who gave me a nod of his head.  It was his indication to go along with whatever filth was about to spew from his mouth.  I nodded my head back to him in understanding and sat back for the show.
    “Hmm,” he started.  “Tony may have a point, Joe.  This isn’t information we knew about.  I think we need to rethink this thing a bit.”  Galveston moved toward Tony.  “Thanks for giving us this information, Tony.  I think we need to talk to Joe alone for a second.  Do you mind waiting outside?”
    “No, no.  I don’t mind,” Tony stammered.  He seemed to be surprised his little speech worked so well.
    Joe was noticeably dejected at Galveston’s statement and tried to get out some words to bolster his case, but Galveston was already escorting Tony to the door.
    “Give us ten minutes, Tony.  Joe won’t be going on this trip,” Galveston whispered to the man.
    Tony gave him a weak, nervous smile and went into the hall as Galveston closed the door behind him.
    “What do you mean we’re not going?  I have the trip arranged and…” Joe attempted to say but was cut off by Galveston.
    “No, we’re going, Joe.  Don’t worry, we’re going.”
    Joe’s worry instantly turned to relief.  “That’s good, but why did you tell him we weren’t going?”
    “Just to get him off your back.  His tall tales were a little too much,” Galveston informed him.  I realized Galveston had done his homework on Greenland too.  “When we’re done we’ll tell Tony you agreed not to go.  You have to make him believe it, though.  He’ll never quit hounding you if you don’t.”
    “I will.  He has been a good friend, and he’s been helping me with my latest research.” 
    I was suspicious, however.  I wasn’t so sure how good a friend Tony was to Joe.  My skepticism was rearing its ugly head, and there was something odd in his overall behavior.  We needed to know more about Tony.

-Chapter 9-
     
    Joe acted sullen and depressed just as we had coached him.  Tony bought the act in full and left the building with an air of contentment.  Little did he know that none of his warnings would be heeded.
    The whole Tony situation continued to strike me as odd.  Why did Joe’s friend need to travel from New York for something he could have easily done over the phone?  I realized I had a new job for Alex, and a job he could handle with ease this time.
    I made a quick call to Alex and gave him the particulars on our situation.  I instructed him to retrieve all the available information about Tony Salono and his company, Terrain Scape.  Alex accepted the offer with glee knowing this was his opportunity to redeem himself.
    Galveston and I retreated back to the hotel.  When things settled down, we would decide where we would live, but for now our case was finally starting to heat up—at least a little. 
    We spent the next few hours deciding what we should take to Greenland.  We discovered we had none of the materials needed to not freeze to death.  A trip to the local adventure and outdoor store would have to be a prerequisite to our trip.
    After blowing a large wad of our hard earned money on parkas, foot warmers, and those little bags of dehydrated food, we were ready for the journey.  The