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The sky was dark with thick, grey clouds and anything set on the horizon lost in the dense haze of snowfall. He knew they should have brought the multi-seater- the idiots- and now look at them; drudging down a mountain through a blizzard on nothing but their hunk-of-junk snow buggies! The frigid air bit at his skin, an occasional stray draft pushing passed the confines of his coat and deepening the chill. He could feel a thin layer of frost beginning to form on his exposed flesh. Ahead of him, he caught the faint headlights of his teammates' vehicles shimmering and dancing through the force of the weather. Still not a thing in sight... Maellard felt a pang of irritation. None of them had prepared for a blizzard; it had quite literally come out of nowhere and they'd been forced to leave their haul behind in the frenzy. It was hard enough for their mobiles to cut through the growing layers of snow without a collective ton of rock to slow them down, he knew this logically, but the