High above Antarctica, a CH-47 Transport Helicopter was soaring in the blue sky, heading towards a polar research station.
"How many hours left?"
A man sitting upright, glancing at his watch, asked.
His clothes were thick and insulated, completely protecting him from any possibility of cold air penetration. This bulky attire made the man look robust and somewhat inflated.
"About two hours left."
His companion on the other side didn't look up. Entranced by the laptop, he was continuously tapping away info into it.
"This should be the last batch of supplies, eh?" He lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. A look of contentment spread across his face.
"Yeah, we're relieved of our duties once this is delivered."
"You know, initially, Antarctica seems beautiful, but if you stay long enough, it sure gets interesting," the man sighed. He seemed regretful about the Antarctic landscape.
"Hey, what's that?"
