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The steady drone of the engine and the crunch of snow under chained tires were the only sounds in the humvee as it picked its way towards the base. Katie was grateful for the lack of Russian chatter that had seemed to be omnipresent from the time her plane touched down in St. Petersburg; not knowing what anyone was saying had constantly put her on edge. She could feel a headache building behind her temples and leaned her forehead against the cold glass of the window, savoring the relief it brought. Watching the snow swirl past in eddies, she let her breath slowly fog up the window, and jumped slightly when the soldier in the front seat said something in Russian. She had no clue what he said, but glanced out the front windshield and got what he was trying to say: a low-lying military base appeared in front of them, surrounded by an impressive gate. She couldn't pick out details through the haze of falling snow, but her nerves returned full-force as she watched the buildings with a sense of dread as the humvee slowly approached.
Slipping out of the jeep and into ankle-deep snow, Katie grimaced slightly as she eyed the buildings. Pulling her one large duffel bag over the shoulder, she quickly made her way to what looked like the front entrance, hunching her shoulders against the snow that conveniently decided to blow in her face. Her crates of textbooks and works-in-progress had been shipped to the base before Katie even left the US, and she shuddered to think of what the trans-Atlantic flight and unkind baggage handlers had done to them. Pushing the door open, Katie practically leaped into the warm air of the building, sighing in relief that the onslaught of snow was stopped. Stamping snow off of her boots, she glanced around nervously, seeing no one. Oh well.
Slipping out of the jeep and into ankle-deep snow, Katie grimaced slightly as she eyed the buildings. Pulling her one large duffel bag over the shoulder, she quickly made her way to what looked like the front entrance, hunching her shoulders against the snow that conveniently decided to blow in her face. Her crates of textbooks and works-in-progress had been shipped to the base before Katie even left the US, and she shuddered to think of what the trans-Atlantic flight and unkind baggage handlers had done to them. Pushing the door open, Katie practically leaped into the warm air of the building, sighing in relief that the onslaught of snow was stopped. Stamping snow off of her boots, she glanced around nervously, seeing no one. Oh well.