They were flying to the town called Makkovik on the Labrador Peninsula, where they had to meet the remaining member of the expedition. When arriving at the small airport the travelers got down of the plane without any delay or requirements. The few other passengers who accompanied them on the plane had relatives waiting for them, so the airport was soon empty. Lucas, anxious as usual asked Ingo.
“Who is coming in to meet us?”
“His name is Chuck O'Brien. I never met him personally but he is one of the members of our fellowship of researchers Iron Cross, which you already know. He lives here, he's a cartographer and works for an agency of the Canadian government. Ah! That must be our man.”
A big man dressed in a bulky polar jacket and a balaclava on his head had entered the airport lobby.
