The icy wind hissed outside of the small alcove the Mastermind's squadron was huddled in. It was a miracle they had found sufficent shelter in this blizzard, but it would take an even bigger miracle to ensure that the storm would stop soon!

Mastermind made his way to the outcropping's edge, peeking out before turning to face his exhausted comrades.

"Assuming this clears up in a few hours—" He gestures briefly at the whirling winds— "We leave. If it doesn't... Hell, we're going anyways. Two hours."