The sharply dressed man with the intriguing beard responded in kind to Mark’s extended arm, locking their hands together and pumping twice in a firm handshake. “Pleasure to meet you Mr. Miles. I am Gregory Edwards.” He then turned his icy look toward Nora, who nodded toward him and gestured toward herself. “I’m Nora Raegan.” Her smile faltered slightly, but only because she felt a little awkward about not reaching for his hand.<br/><br/>Yet, she noticed he hadn’t extended his arm for her to shake, either.<br/><br/>“And thank you so much for helping us out,” she kept her body turned toward the fireplace to unthaw herself a little better. “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Raegan.” Gregory Edwards said in his gruff voice. He kept quiet while Nora and Mark seemed to be discussing the others and what their plan should be. He nodded when they both agreed to return to the others to help the rescuers find the group.<br/><br/>In reality, Mr. Edwards wasn’t too worried about that. These people were used to searching the mountain terrain for lost people and survivors. They would probably even being a helicopter if for no other reason than to use the lights as a spotlight to help them see now that it was dark outside. Mark inquired about a snowmobile to make their trip easier.<br/><br/>Mr. Edwards nodded, but turned away from them and returned to his desk. Once there, he picked up his old fashioned phone again and dialed a much shorter number this time. “Yes, Tony? Right. I have two guests here who need to use a snowmobile to get back to their group. There was a plane crash and a handful of survivors. Could you go with them to help them out?” He nodded and then thanked the man on the other end, before hanging up the phone.<br/><br/>“Tony will accompany you both and bring the snowmobile out of its docking station.” Mr. Edwards informed Mark and Nora. He folded his hands as he stepped out from behind the desk and walked toward the pair again. “Can I get anything else for you both in the meantime?” He inquired. Nora could think of nothing, too focused on getting the others into the warmth of this lodging that they found. “I can’t think of anything,” she shook her head.<br/><br/>“Once we get the others here, I’ll feel better.” She admitted, glancing at Mark. At that time,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2Fbb%2F24%2F3b%2Fbb243b06f7b577bca81e4ce11f673f4f.jpg&amp;hash=63d55cdf5419d2fc93ad20afa1ba5fa1" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/bb/24/3b/bb243b06f7b577bca81e4ce11f673f4f.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">someone in winter gear</a>stepped forward, wearing a nametag that said Tony. “Ready to head out?” He asked, flashing the keys to the pair, then waiting for their nods before taking them outside and to the garage where the snowmobile was located. There was a sidecar attached to it which would fit two people if one sat on the other’s lap.