The car doors opened one after another. Yves was the first one out, his sharp gaze immediately scanning the surroundings.
Nash followed close behind, then Gunpowder, Bat, and the others. Each of them had a grim, intimidating expression.
The last ones out were Gordon's group of four and the second batch of retired veterans to join the Crown Territory.
Although this was their first mission, the solidarity of the Crown Territory left them with no fear in their hearts.
More than a dozen figures in black overcoats stood in a fan formation on the snow. The white mist of their breaths quickly froze into ice crystals, forming glittering arcs in the frigid air.
Fortunately, the West Yellowstone Airport operated mainly in the summer and was almost completely shut down in the winter.
Otherwise, seeing so many menacing figures gathered here would have likely caused someone to panic and dial 911 long ago.
