Run Cold
Prologue:
The frozen air cut through the man's coat as he stood looking at the Northern Lights. He would observe the lights for a few minutes then go get some sleep. He could hear nothing but the wind whistling over the frozen wasteland of Antarctica. It would be another month before the winter here would stop and it would be light for six months. Suddenly his phone rang and he answered.
"Yes," he said into the phone.
"Did you do it?" asked the voice on the other side of the phone.
"Yes, they're dead. I made sure of it. Send someone to retrieve me as soon as you can," said the man.
He closed the phone and watched the lights turn red, the same color of the snow inside the safety tent. He turned to the shelter in question and entered the tent. Three bodies lay around the small interior of the tent. They were a mix of English and American scientists that were working on the global warming project. Although the research information was useless to the man but the equipment was what he really wanted. He disassembled what he needed and put it in the respective boxes. He started to boil melted ice to make a coffee. As the drink was brewing the man sat back and waited for the sound of the helicopter blades that would take him out of there.