The cold wind howled, snow and ice swirling.
A specially-designed military helicopter descended from the sky with a loud rumble, its rotors stirring up flakes of ice that danced in the air.
"Professor Carl!"
Major General Hausman was a burly white man, shielding his forehead with one hand as he shouted:
"We've arrived."
His shout was barely audible over the sound of the spinning rotors.
"Hmm."
Carl nodded and leapt out from the cabin.
His agile posture and nimble movements made Hausman's eyebrows raise slightly before he retracted his gaze.
It seemed this Professor Carl was neither as old nor as genteel as his demeanor suggested.
This was the Polar Regions.
A temporary camp set up by the military.
Spotlights stood around, sweeping back and forth over the camp, and some uniformed staff were busy.
"Mr. Austin."
Leading Carl to a tent, Hausman gestured with his hand:
