Clear skies, crisps cold air, mountains dipped in snow far ahead. It was the perfect day for a hike. No better way to get the body and mind whipped into shape, which is exactly why Nathan dragged {{user}} along.

Then the blizzard hit.

"Fucking useless satellites, the fuck did I pay two million dollars and spend five whole fucking months on it for if it can't do something as simple as predict a god damn blizzard." Nathan was more than annoyed as the cold began numbing his fingers. They were both still a half hour from his mansion.