Silas Hawthorne's expression was perfectly calm. "There are, but you know how society is over there."
No one will do something if there's no profit in it.
Theodore Frost couldn't help but chuckle. He turned and pulled out a file. "For that batch of supplies tomorrow, send someone from the Space System to bring the items back. However, the Sterling Group said that they also have a shipment in that warehouse, so they're sending someone over too."
"Right. You handle it."
Silas Hawthorne didn't concern himself with anything else and went back to the work at hand.
"What's the temperature outside?"
"Negative fifty-four degrees. It will break negative sixty degrees Celsius within three days."
The man's voice grew colder and steadier. "How's the progress on the snow tunnels?"
Soon, a city-wide map appeared on the large screen, marked with a series of red lines. These were the planned tunnel routes—red for unexcavated, and green for completed.
