The Antarctic wind howled across the ice, carrying with it the bitter cold of the endless winter.
James stood at the edge of the facility, watching the flames rise into the sky. The Consortium's last stronghold was burning, its secrets scattered to the wind. His team was behind him, exhausted but alive.
Elena appeared beside him, her face pale from the cold. "The data is secure. We have everything."
James nodded slowly. "Then we're done here."
They moved toward the helicopter, their footsteps crunching in the snow. The rotors were already spinning, ready to carry them away from this frozen wasteland.
James climbed aboard, pulling the door shut behind him. The helicopter lifted off, leaving the burning facility behind.
He watched it disappear into the ice, a small smile playing at the
