_2040, Northern Canada_
"I could go on for hours about this old gal and her sisters," said Max, patting the pilot yoke of the ancient Douglas DC-3. The grey-haired pilot winced as he wriggled in his seat. A trickle of frigid air leaked around the windshield's edges.
Andre yawned beside him. Max had already spent the first half of the flight telling him everything about the prop plane's history and how this particular one came to be a cargo hauler to the far north. Fascinating stories, especially coming from a fellow man of the sky, but Andre had heard some of them already. Why else would he talk his way into being a co-pilot for an obscure cargo hauler when he was close to retirement himself?
Well, there was also the chance to see exotic frigid places like Reindeer Base for himself, and maybe end his career in a very different way.
Andre looked down at the white landscape of rocks and forest drifting by. "Have you ever actually been inside the base?"
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