Adams' Arrival

Posted on Sun Aug 22nd, 2021 @ 11:00am by
Edited on on Sat Jul 9th, 2022 @ 1:06am

Mission: Jumping Right In
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Being called to the headquarters always brings mixed feelings, that is where you get promoted but also where you get warned, so the day I received the news was no different. I went to the office with a mixed feeling of fear and anticipation, and left the office feeling even worse. I was chosen, that is always what they tell you to make you feel special and accept missions that no one else would otherwise accept. They even decorated it with 'Top Secret' and 'Selective' as well as 'Top Notch Stuff' and all the other fancy words. This mission must be a real pain in the ass. And then they dropped it to me, going to uncharted lands, where no other man has gone. High-risk mission, and sensitive, where everything was out to get you. So I graduated top of my class to go die in some forgotten bush, bitten by a stupid spider or on a spike of some aboriginal in the middle of Australia. Excellent. Just perfect.

I was so pissed I didn't even understand the heavy clothing I was supposed to pack. That came later when I re-read the briefing. Antarctica?! I was going to be deployed to Antarctica?! So my military training is just going to serve to fight the stupid blizzards!? Are they fucking kidding me?! I was outrageous, but what could I do, I am enrolled now, and this was my mission. Hate it as I did, I had no choice but to pack my bags with a heavy heart wondering what did I do so wrong. Of course, who was better than me to be deployed and forgotten in the middle of the ice? Who the hell was going to make a fuss about me when I didn't return home? My brother must be relieved I'm out of his hair and my father is always too drunk to notice.

Sighing and puffing, resigned to my faith is how I arrived at the hanger. I wasn't in the best mood to socialize, I kept eyeing everyone with a suspicious look, judging and frowning. No one seemed too eager to interact with me and looking back, I don't blame them. I kept wondering, did they knew more than me about this mission? Where are the stupid fools that believed we were the elite deemed worthy of this God-forsaken mission? Some did look excited and I am not sure I tried to hide my disapproving look of the stupid fools. Who would have told me they were right? How could I have known what adventures a trip to the 'barren land of Antarctica' could bring?

The flight was uneventful. I popped my earphones and tried not to think as we traveled. A couple of air pockets and some air currents as one would expect in such harsh weather climates, but nothing really worth mentioning. As I finally arrived at the quarters I was mildly impressed. Didn't know there was such a base in the middle of nowhere. What were they expecting to find in the ice?! The South Pole, with Father Christmas's summer residence?! I was shown to my quarters and left to settle down. Soon I had to go down again to get the briefing and meet my new comrades. I still wasn't thrilled about the expedition, however, this place looked promising in comparison to what I expected to find. Maybe my new mates would be able to explain to me why such a vast base was located so far from civilization and focused only on exploration. I started to have the feeling that there was more to this than meet the eye. More and more questions started to form in my mind and I could only hope that I would find and like the answers.