"The world has many unknown anomalies in it"

From the room that seemed small yet neat and comfortable to brace the harsh storm outside a lone old woman recorded her adrift thoughts in her deep and dry voice.

"There are some that benefit native species while some lurk to bring downfall.... History repeated over and over while unearthing these same anomalies. While some crowned it and some resented it"

Her voice was weak but that was no surprise for she had trapped herself in the room running out of air and frozen from outside yet this room was supposed to be part of underground nuclear shelter. But alas what creation of man can withstand fury of nature or change in it ,for where once stood a grand desert is now frozen hell.

"It's unfortunate for my time has now come. Right now I am last of manpower this station if not this facility has to offer. Everyone that put down their lives here, lived carrying the well being of this entire land and now I dont have any regrets for joining the ranks of martyrs for I have finished the line for this long relay."

As Sentimental and old she was she felt confidence roaming in her by satisfaction of her deeds and her sacrifice for the country she cherished.

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"For the creed we had in liberty and salvation and to retain that sovereignity for other aspiring lands..... I guess write this motto of my brother on the pillar of our grave."

Shedding tears the old woman continued

"To the topic let this package assist you in finding the weapon of war that our forefathers created in Second World War."

The tremors in ground increased with screeching on surface reaching lowest room.

"The package will provide great assistance in using it as well as briefing in further details. It must be protected above all. As it stands drawing it's last breath ; Base Diné will go offline with quarantining protocol."

All the talking left the mouth of the old woman dry and lungs void of air. The small room she sought refuge seemed like a evacuation station.Understanding her time was nearing she reached out to the side panel of the circular vault which was half the size of the room. She opened the vault which was beside her chair she sat recording her final thoughts. She undid the safety lock and checked the cargo one last time.

"I wish that I could see conclusion of this war but from afar it is. I hope you have a Tape record player. Godspeed Dr. Hacket out "

Tossing the Tape recorder in the cargo and initiating the safety lock Dr. Hacket closed the vault launching the pod with last of the power.

The underground Facility base Diné on July 28th 2E 756 at 1800 crept into cold darkness ; vailing to the Conceiver of Snow.