The wind off the Matterhorn didn't just howl; it tore across the face of the mountain like shards of broken glass. The armored SUV skidded to a violent halt against a wall of packed snow, its headlights cutting through the blinding white to illuminate a massive, rust-streaked blast door set directly into the sheer granite cliffside.
"Coolant loop is blowing!" Ethan yelled over the roar of the blizzard, throwing his door open. He hoisted a heavy tactical pack over his broad shoulders, his dark hair instantly turning white with frost.
I scrambled out behind him, the freezing alpine air slamming into my chest like a physical blow. We didn't have the luxury of a stealth entry. Above us, the high-voltage transformers mounted to the mountain’s face were already violently arcing, throwing brill
