Colonel Nathaniel Cross reviewed the reports from his recon team returning from the north. They had reported directly to him after arriving back at the bunker.
And the reason for this secrecy was simple: he had not received proper authorization to dispatch them north.
But he was glad that he did. The information they provided was more than enough to finally get the fools back in Washington to pull their heads out of their asses and order a proper assessment of territory previously abandoned to the ice.
Far more people had survived than anyone thought was remotely possible. And though the reports included that most of them were struggling just to keep themselves warm and fed.
The existence of a group that was capable of tracking his men with drones that had been properly camouflaged to blend in with the storm and their surroundings was something out of the ordinary.
