The evening air was sharp and biting as I stood at the entrance of the port, wrapped in my thick coat. The sky was ink-black, dotted with faint stars, while the cold wind carried the distant scent of saltwater and metal.
The headlights of an approaching vehicle cut through the darkness. Emily and Leo had just returned from the airport, and as the SUV came to a halt, James stepped out, stretching his shoulders. He was dressed in his thick black coat, looking exhausted but alert. His sharp gaze scanned the docked ships, the half-unloaded cargo, and the people moving around under the dim glow of industrial lights.
"Finally," he muttered, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair. "Took longer than I expected."
" Welcome to antartica," I greeted, walking forward. "The others are still unloading, but most of the food supplies are secured. The rest… well, it's taking longer because of the weather."
James nodded, glancing around. "And the weapons?"
