[ Coordinates: 60.3°N, 21.0°E. Before 48 hours ]
The cold air bit hard against the exposed skin.
A wide stretch of meadow was half buried under the snow, several boots and heavy moving machinery trampled it flat.
Portable floodlights were raised into the grey sky, their light reflecting on the metal units, armoured trucks and the nearby tents.
Atleast, fifty people moved around the base with nimble footsteps — engineers checking the comms near their tents, few medics warming their hands near the electric heaters and some soldiers checking their ammunition and gear with unmoving eyes and accuracy.
Their eyes locked onto the piece of land across the huge river.
Beyond the camp sat a semi frozen lake, its surface cracked silently with the snow piling on it. On the far side of the frozen water, stood a small piece of land.
And at the centre of it—
Stood a rift.
