Lucas inclined his head to hear Rachel over the rotors, then flipped open his briefcase. He pulled out a manilla folder and shifted through a few sheets. "We're not sure, but we think Trimarc Corporation has hired a few other supers in addition to us. Er, I mean you," Lucas said, smiling sheepishly at Rachel.<br/><br/>He shook his head. "We don't know who, though. I guess we'll find out soon enough."<br/><br/>Trimarc was a familiar name to anyone cozy with military technology. Rachel knew they were involved in a number of high-tech ventures, including building missile guidance systems and battlefield armor. Trimarc Corporation was a think-tank, doing research and design in a number of fields, many of which made little sense to Rachel. Whatever they did, Trimarc made vast amounts of money doing it.<br/><br/>This particular Trimarc installation, however, was something of a mystery. Why they would have a research base in such forbidden territory was unclear. Trimarc simply referred to it as it's arctic station, saying no more.<br/><br/>Lucas was looking through his papers again, snapping at one with his hand as it tried to blow away. He stuffed it back in his briefcase and jammed the lid closed. "When the hole opened, it took half of their main facility and twelve scientists with it. Those are the guys we're here to find. That was two days ago, and no one has gone in since. They tried, but the hole went too deep. They could gear up the right equipment to make a trek down, but that would take a week. If there are any survivors, they won't last that long. So they put out the call, gathering some supers to go in fast. That's where you come in."<br/><br/>Lucas smiled at her. Rachel could read much into that smile. It was a smile that saw the headlines, "Marine Super Soldier Rescues Trapped Scientists." That was just icing on the cake, though. Rescuing a group of Trimarc scientists would resonate heavily with the Pentagon and with Congress. Hell, if the politicians didn't fund the super soldier program after this, Trimarc would likely pick up the tab.<br/><br/>The chopper came in for a landing, jostling as it touched ground. The sliding door grumbled open, letting in a torrent of wind, snow and noise. Lucas pushed his goggles into place and followed Rachel out into the cold. A figure in a parka hastily shook Rachel's hand, then turned and ran for the nearby building. Rachel and Lucas followed, the wind howling around them.<br/><br/>Through the door and inside, the wind disappeared as the door was shut. Rachel instantly felt the warmth of the place. One of the people who had met them pushed back her parka to reveal a pretty face. She smiled beneath her round glasses and extended a thin hand to Rachel.<br/><br/>"My name is Dr. Emily Parker. It is such an honor to meet you," she said in a cultured voice.