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Lisa Watersdown watches as eight figures exit a black helicopter. An officer barks some orders at them and they start marching towards Station 10. From what she can see from the window, it´s three women and five men. But it´s hard to tell as they all wear cold weather parkas. Well, at least some variant of a parka. Probably UN-issue.

The message icon keeps blinking on her workstation in the mess hall.

Fortunately the warmth is getting back to her after the brisk walk to check the lights outside.

Finally some company. Armed company but at least company.

Taking point of the procession Taverner tugs the scarf tighter. It´s bleeding cold here. How can anyone work in these conditions?

Vasqez is thight behind Taverner to avoid the gale tormenting the team.

Watersdown watches as a vehicle moves out of the heli´s cargo bay. A snowmobile. A man exits the snow vehicle and enters the heli. It takes off with a torrent of snow torrenting at the UN team.

Molotov, McArthur and Bishop soldier on and keep good speed behind the geologist and the electronics specialist.

Frye pats her side pocket. Good the DS is intact. Great plan to use a piece of the thermal blanket from the first aid kit to shield the equipment from the cold. Can´t wait to get inside to see what gear they have on the station.

Cursing at the weight of the flamethrower on his back, Gusmäo gives away a crooked smile. It will serve well when they complain about the snow and ice. I know it will come in handy. Zajic will make sure to ask the contact about a helicopter to use for their extraction. Or are we supposed to use this old heap? She looks at the old Hercules transport.

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From afar a set of eyes follows the UNSF team. Cpt Hawkins hunkers down and answers his comms.

With the cold outside, Peter only notices the promise of a warmer place inside.

Vazquez hoping to end quickly, look at the horizon and keep walking until reach her workplace.

The girl quickened her pace. After feeling the cold surrounding her, she changes her thoughts abpout mechanics for concentrating on the idea of ​​a hot cup of chocolate sprinkled with cinnamon.

Here we go... but my voice seldom may be heard under the wind.

But something called my attention and I glanzed anywhere around me, not just the old plane which is supposed to take us home after a few hours.

Jason hunched down as a wind cast chills him to the bone. We got much to walk? As he says so he lifts his head trying to determine the distance.

The UNSF team members scutter up the stairs to Station 10. Taverner relieved that it was a short trekk is first man inside.

Inside the sole attendant of Station 10 awaits the team. Lisa Watersdown, according to her red guide suit´s embroided name patch. The large room is well insulated and when the door shuts after the last member, the wind is effectively diminished to a faint hum. The aroma of hot coffee is in the air.

Last inside is Helena Zajic.

When checking the surroundings before entering Station 10, Helena spots a reflection from a spot 500 meters due south of their position. Something not made of snow is moving out there. Could it be another team? A sentry from the Station?

She stops and watches more closely, brings up her high grade binoculars and zooms in on the area.

Yes, there´s definitely a thermal reading in that quadrant. She takes a snap with the digital built in cam. This needs to be looked in to. Might be possible to use a sat cam to get an image from one of the geostat tin cans in the sky?

This thing might get hot even before reaching the rig.

Pocketing the binoculars, Zajic enters Station 10 a couple of seconds after Vasqez.

Cpt Hawkins just about manages to crouch down behind a snow dune as the last of the members of the UNSF-team looks in his direction. He picks up the radio. Give it to me. He commands.

Over the radio Crow leader reports back for the first time since contact was lost. Got a major mishap here, Sir. Elevator´s got all fucked up. Some weird shit is happening over here... We´re taking hits from some unknown enemy, Sir. They´re using heat seeking projectiles. Like some freeze gun or some shit. Three men left, Sir. Bugging out. Confirm, Sir?!

Peter welcomes the change from the hostile weather outside and takes off his gloves.

Hi, says toLisa hen he sees her. May I? says pointing to the coffee.

Placing his holdall by the exit door, Shane takes a seat by a metal conference table in the center of the room. Finally a seat that isn´t trying to throw me off. He takes in the scene. A large meeting room of sorts, with a small cupboard harboring a kitchenette with a mocca master. Two workstations with rather old computers line the only wall without windows. The windows are a mix of panoramas with and without mock-up mahogany blinds.

A nest of cables wind up an i-beam reaching for the ceiling. A spiral staircase leads to a second level of the structure.

A cubicle in one of the corners of the room suits as a restroom. The sticker on the door is a dead give-away. Emergency! Pull handle! After the text is a gas mask symbol.

How far is it to this rig? He watches as Vasqez comes in just before Zajic.

Hum...Did you get any message of our arrival, miss? Col. Chard said we´d be expected. He extends his right hand to the guide. Dimitri Molotov at your service.

Lisa sees her new coworkers as they enter in the room, shaking her hand with them and showing the cups of coffee.

- Welcome. I'm Lisa Watersdown, nice to meet you - she says.

She listened to Bishop and moved her head in agreement. - Yes, take a cup of coffee for yourself.

Lisa shakes her hand with Dimitri before takes a seat and answers the questions. -The rig is about thirty minutes by snowmobile from here, roughly five kilometers. One of our vehicles is in the maintenance bay, so the working vehicle plus the UNSF issue snowmobile will get you there. Col. Chard said to me that a them would touch, but he hadn't specified your arrival.

Jason move up to Lisa Jason Taverner Geology professor, at your service miss.