Ice Soldiers Page #2

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Government scientists

were brought in to verify...

...if these survivors were Stempky's

genetically modified soldiers.

Unfortunately, before any information

could be gathered...

...the survivors broke free from their cells,

massacred 25 of the base's staff...

...and disappeared into the tundra,

never to be seen or heard from again.

These are autopsy photographs

of the pilot.

The tattoo we discovered had words

from an old Russian dialect.

Dr. Lobokoff was able to trace the tattoo

back to a secret Russian commando unit.

Unit's leaders were extremists...

prove their superiority over the West.

Unbeknownst to Khrushchev

and his government...

...these extremists

had put a plan into action.

The survivors

were highly-trained Russian soldiers...

...with a mission to launch an attack

on New York City...

...during the height

of Cuban missile crisis in 1962.

Imagine, if you will,

the consequence of such an act.

It's imperative I find these three soldiers,

extract DNA...

...and verify once and for all...

...whether or not Stempky had indeed

genetically modified human beings.

Thank you.

Miss Frazer.

I heard the music. Working late?

- Couldn't sleep.

- Yeah, me neither.

It's the sunless twilight.

Anything interesting?

Not really.

Try me.

Your presentation was more interesting...

...than sediment sample reports

and Trump's war stories.

Are you flirting with me?

I thought that was obvious.

I've been creating computer models

of routes the soldiers may have taken.

The science team, they were all killed?

I was paying attention

to your presentation.

All but one.

Miss Frazer, you wanna look

at something else?

- I've got some KGB files here.

- The file that interests me is yours.

Deceased parents, no siblings,

never married, no kids.

You find that interesting?

Yes.

Advanced degrees in biology,

mathematics, archeology.

Fluent in French,

German and Russian.

Have an uncanny way

of getting into tough places.

I have a sense for people, Andrew.

There's more here

than digging up history.

That's very melodramatic of you,

Miss Frazer.

You know what they say

about scientists.

What do they say about scientists?

I'll save that for another night.

Maybe when we get to know each other

better, you'll share it with me.

I can be a valuable asset.

I'm a believer that appearances

can be quite deceptive.

Precisely.

Said the man who put IV Oil...

...into a place they've been trying

to buy into for decades.

- Come on, bring it up.

- Yeah.

- Steve, you wanna watch it for me?

- Sure.

What did I tell you, professor?

Eleven o'clock, right on the nose.

Yes, colonel.

- Let's do it.

- Start with this.

Yeah.

- Spectacular entrance, Miss Frazer.

- Thank you, colonel.

I'm showing an interest, am I not'?

Every little bit helps.

I'll take that as a yes.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

You mean my genetic soldiers.

That too.

Listen up.

I wanna keep this short and sweet.

You know where we're gonna be

searching, so keep your wits about you.

This weather can change

at any second.

You get lazy, you'll get dead.

Now, check and double-check

your equipment.

- They're yours.

- Yes, sir.

You heard what the man said.

Check and double-check. Move out!

Sergeant, speed it up.

Don't let him get too far ahead.

- Let's bring it up.

- Just give me a minute.

Gonna rest here.

- Is this it?

- Yeah.

Last time I was here,

it was just a wall of ice.

Though I'm certain

they came through here.

How far you think they got?

Not far.

They're up there.

- Sergeant!

- Yes, sir?

Make camp here.

You heard the man.

Black 88, Car 7, let's go!

- Move it! Move it!

- Got it.

Yes, sir.

Jesus.

Son of a b*tch.

Look at him go.

The doc says his boys did this

in a blizzard.

Really?

Well, if they did,

they're goddamned supermen, huh?

Yeah, tell me about it.

Son of a b*tch.

He don't look like he ever get tired,

huh?

Not from what they tell me.

At this rate, he's gonna be up there...

...find his piles of bones,

bring them to base camp...

...and wanna go home

before she punches a hole in the ground.

- And she's gonna blame me.

- Oh, you know it.

That son of a b*tch is waving at us.

Why wave back?

I got it.

It's supposed to break tomorrow?

Yeah. Put it on the manifest.

It's all right. You got it.

Come on in.

Son of a b*tch, man. Aren't you cold?

Not really.

What can I do for you?

- I'd like to look at the daily reports.

- I just finished it up. Have a look.

We've done all right.

We've got base camp established.

Lines of communication and supply

with Northgate.

We're running a grid search.

I'd say to the untrained eye,

we look like a legitimate operation.

It is a legitimate operation.

Well, as long as my people

and equipment aren't put in jeopardy...

...I'm a happy Camper-

Caribou bones.

Sergeant, Malraux back yet?

No, sir, he is not.

It's been a couple of hours.

He's probably up on Grid 12 though.

Should I send a patrol out for him?

No, no, no.

Don't put any of our people in jeopardy.

Besides, the son of a b*tch

can climb like a goat. You and I saw that.

He'll show up soon.

Let me know when he gets close.

I want to have a conversation

with Her Highness.

Will do.

- How's it going?

- Four days of negative core samples...

- ... but these things take time.

- Well, you may not have more time.

My latest weather reports

don't look that promising.

Is it serious?

- They've got my attention.

- Stop dancing. What are you saying?

I may have to pull the plug

on your boyfriend's party.

Misguided innuendo noted, colonel.

I apologize.

The weather gets my attention.

Over and out.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Close... Moving out.

- We can't pull out now!

- My operation. I'll pull out if I want.

I haven't covered half the terrain

I was promised!

Listen to me. You get your sh*t together

and get ready to leave here in an hour.

Take a look around you.

We got a storm front moving in.

And when it hits,

we'll get stuck in here for a week.

Is Frazer in agreement?

The core samples were inconclusive.

They do not justify any further

financial involvement by the company.

Sir!

The chopper will be at Northgate at 0900.

Thank you, sergeant. One hour.

- Get them moving.

- You heard the man.

Move it, move it, move it!

Describe the genetic

modification factors.

Okay. Two parts for proof.

Physical examination, x-ray scans...

...autopsy.

Second part, most important.

Blood work.

This is exciting.

It's much, much more than I expected.

Dr. Malraux, you don't seem excited.

Why?

Maybe you've been searching so long,

and now that the search is over...

It's just the beginning, Miss Frazer.

Specimen Frozen 1.

White male, early 30s.

Winter-issue uniform.

Wool inserts.

Coat, jacket, gloves.

Would you say it's equivalent

to finding Amelia Earhart's plane?

- That's not my area of expertise.

- Definitely not Titanic.

Probably like the ice man they found

in the Alps. There's a spin.

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