"Close your eyes unless you feel that you've reached your destination," Diana List said matter-of-factly. "Teleportation has no concept of time. The time your body perceives is inaccurate; sometimes it lasts only an instant, sometimes it feels like a century. You may hear unusual sounds during the transfer. Do not respond, and always remember your situation. If anyone gets lost, we will not be responsible for rescue. Lost means lost forever."
"I don't understand. I thought you'd give us a form with hundreds of lines of text. At least explain the technical terms."
Diana List could not be bothered to answer such a stupid question. "Your destination is near the Arctic Circle," she said. "We've already set the coordinates. We can depart now."
"Begin copying," Heinrich Zemo called out.
The Black Armored Giant, who had been pacing through a corner of the military base untouched by the lights, heard him. Zemo looked up at the Praetorian Guard watching him closely. After receiving permission, he took out a laptop and an adapter, plugging the mechanical hard drive into a universal read-write port. Though the heavy cold-weather gear made his movements somewhat sluggish, he quickly found the file he wanted and copied it onto his laptop. Once he had finished, he handed the hard drive over to the Praetorian Guard. "I still have one more task to do." Under the Praetorian Guard's scrutinizing gaze, Heinrich Zemo slowly drew the pistol at his waist. His movements were exceptionally gentle, doing his best to avoid provoking the Golden Armored Giant beside him into bringing down his halberd. "Relax. This thing can't hurt you. See those ice capsules? There are several Winter Soldiers inside. I think it would be better if they died."
"No. They're coming with us." The suitcase beside the Praetorian Guard was