The door of the chopper opened up onto the bitter cold, snow entered inventively, almost blinding the landscape below. The red light was on and the trio snapped into secured lines.
"Shit," Grimm said as he checked his gloves to make sure they were secured. "Why couldn't this hit take place in Bermuda?"
"Quit your bitchin'," Alannah X scolded him. "That's why you get paid the big bucks!"
"See you losers on the ground," Percy said as he hooked up a clip from his belt to the rope and disappeared into the snow like an illusionist in Vegas.
"Damn punk, always showing off," Grimm growled.
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