Chapter 5Bitsof snow bombarded the ship’s window. They smacked on the plastic,exploded but then another volley came from the dark, roilingclouds.A distant roar sounded, as if a commander was yelling at his troopsto charge. I appreciated that, in spite of the snow bullets and theforty-mile winds, the ship didn’t shake. It hummed slightly as iteased through the skies, seemingly impervious to the weather andwinds. The pilot didn’t seem concerned at all, which I took to be agood sign. Daylight dimmed, but I could still see vast stretches ofthe white Arctic. Miles and miles of snow and ice. Barren, cold andugly. No animals roamed about. Too cold I thought. All the men andwomen had on their thermal suits, which could protect down to atemperature of -110 degrees. Not that I distrusted themanufact
