The temperature outside was approaching the lowest ever recorded on Earth.
Even though they were all wearing thermal suits, a fine layer of frost still coated them the moment they stepped outside.
The snow had deepened by over a meter, but fortunately, the sleds weren't buried.
Victor Keller led his team away. Behind them, Silas Hawthorne and Sue Lawrence skied onward, hurrying toward Theodore Frost's last known location.
Their helmets obstructed their view, and with the low visibility, they could only see a short distance ahead. Fortunately, Silas Hawthorne was leading, so all Sue Lawrence had to do was stick close to him.
"Do you know their position?"
She asked, panting.
"I set the route and destination. If I'm not mistaken, there should be a shopping mall with a glass dome nearby."
Sue Lawrence paused. "You mean they fell through?"
