Ice Soldiers Page #4

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Really?

Well, if they did,

they're goddamned supermen, huh?

Yeah, tell me about it.

Son of a b*tch.

He don't look like he ever get tired,

huh?

Not from what they tell me.

At this rate, he's gonna be up there...

...find his piles of bones,

bring them to base camp...

...and wanna go home

before she punches a hole in the ground.

- And she's gonna blame me.

- Oh, you know it.

That son of a b*tch is waving at us.

Why wave back?

I got it.

It's supposed to break tomorrow?

Yeah. Put it on the manifest.

It's all right. You got it.

Come on in.

Son of a b*tch, man. Aren't you cold?

Not really.

What can I do for you?

- I'd like to look at the daily reports.

- I just finished it up. Have a look.

We've done all right.

We've got base camp established.

Lines of communication and supply

with Northgate.

We're running a grid search.

I'd say to the untrained eye,

we look like a legitimate operation.

It is a legitimate operation.

Well, as long as my people

and equipment aren't put in jeopardy...

...I'm a happy Camper-

Caribou bones.

Sergeant, Malraux back yet?

No, sir, he is not.

It's been a couple of hours.

He's probably up on Grid 12 though.

Should I send a patrol out for him?

No, no, no.

Don't put any of our people in jeopardy.

Besides, the son of a b*tch

can climb like a goat. You and I saw that.

He'll show up soon.

Let me know when he gets close.

I want to have a conversation

with Her Highness.

Will do.

- How's it going?

- Four days of negative core samples...

- ... but these things take time.

- Well, you may not have more time.

My latest weather reports

don't look that promising.

Is it serious?

- They've got my attention.

- Stop dancing. What are you saying?

I may have to pull the plug

on your boyfriend's party.

Misguided innuendo noted, colonel.

I apologize.

The weather gets my attention.

Over and out.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Close... Moving out.

- We can't pull out now!

- My operation. I'll pull out if I want.

I haven't covered half the terrain

I was promised!

Listen to me. You get your sh*t together

and get ready to leave here in an hour.

Take a look around you.

We got a storm front moving in.

And when it hits,

we'll get stuck in here for a week.

Is Frazer in agreement?

The core samples were inconclusive.

They do not justify any further

financial involvement by the company.

Sir!

The chopper will be at Northgate at 0900.

Thank you, sergeant. One hour.

- Get them moving.

- You heard the man.

Move it, move it, move it!

Describe the genetic

modification factors.

Okay. Two parts for proof.

Physical examination, x-ray scans...

...autopsy.

Second part, most important.

Blood work.

This is exciting.

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