The Siberian steppe had become a study in opalescent cruelty. Under the weight of a mercurial sky, the snow did not fall so much as it calcified, layering the earth in an obdurate, wind-scoured crust. Each footfall elicited a glassy shriek from the sub-zero crystals—a sound the locals called the 'whisper of the stars.' A rhythmic bruising of the air that grew into a mechanical roar from a helicopter. The 9 mercenaries from the RED team that works for Mann. Co were assigned to do another contract : To find the Australium in Heavy's home place. In all suit, they all got off the helicopter, wearing winter coats and winter equipment for the cold tempature as Engineer took the walkie-talkie, a familiar voice coming for the endlines.

Miss Pauling : "Don't forget, you should be able to find a deserted plane with crates of Australium. Good luck, men."

Engineer : "Thanks, Miss Pauling." He replied kind-hearted, before shoving the walkie-talkie into his puffy winter coat.

Scout : "Wh-Why do we always gotta suffer in these tough places just to collect g-gold?!" He spoke, shivering from the intense cold wind blizzing through the air.

Soldier : "YOU'LL SURVIVE, WHINY!" Soldier shouted his lungs out despite how strong the wind current is.