"Boss, we're here."
On the frost-covered deck, a woman in a mink coat bounced her way to the bow. She gazed at the endless stretch of white land in the distance, her eyes shining with excitement and a hint of apprehension. So many years had passed. She wondered how many of the comrades she'd fought alongside back then would still be able to awaken from beneath the ice.
Yuri turned his head and saw that Shack and the other four had all come out of the cabin. They silently lined up behind him, every one of them staring without blinking at the permafrost that had sealed away the vast majority of their people for thousands of years.
He hadn't brought Yinsen along on this trip to the Arctic. For one thing, someone needed to keep an eye on the business in New York. For another, Yinsen wasn't well suited to surviving in such an extreme environment. Yuri took employee welfare and care for his subordinates seriously. Though he hadn't brought Yinsen, he had brought another human. After a bit of "persuasion," Old Rogers, tough as ever in his old age, had volunteered to help Yuri find the version of himself still sleeping beneath the ice.
After all, he could only last a day.
And Yuri could make sure he didn't last out his final years!
"Wooooo—!"
The icebreaker gradually slowed to a stop, settling into the ice not far from land. Yuri had used mind control on the ordinary people piloting the ship. In exchange for proper payment, they would dock here every month and bring the group plenty of supplies.
After exchanging a look with Yuri, Tiger turned and went back into the cabin. He dragged Old Rogers—who had deliberately refused to cooperate with the work—out by the collar