Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213

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Zane nodded and immediately rattled off a list of names. “If I call your name, you’re with me. Let’s move!”

The guys who didn’t get picked were crushed. “Captain, let me go! I want in!”

“Follow orders!” Zane’s face went cold, his voice hard.

The soldier had no choice but to snap to attention. “Yes, sir!”

Josie didn’t care about the roster. She handled the big picture; Zane handled the men.

With the mission confirmed, the kitchen staff kicked into high gear, prepping meal boxes for everyone.

In that frozen wasteland, a hit of hot soup was pure heaven.

They packed the food while it was still piping hot, sealing every portion tight.

Josie swept it all into her Space.

It was the perfect storage–it kept everything fresh and steaming. No matter when they pulled a meal out, it would be like it just came off the stove.

Winnie handled the gear, putting together several outfits for Josie and bagging each set separately.

This way, Josie wouldn’t have to dig through a pile of clothes. She could just grab a bag and go.

Winnie might be young, but she was sharp. She even pre–heated the clothes before sealing them up.

That way, putting them on wouldn’t feel like a death chill against the skin.

Winnie was just too damn useful. Josie had thought about cutting her loose at first, but she knew her quality of life would take a massive hit without her. She let the girl stay. Winnie was officially her Personal Chef.

One day was all it took for both sides to get ready.

The next morning, just as the first bit of light hit the sky, they headed out into the wind and snow.

The temperature was dropping fast. It was -22°F yesterday. Today? -40°F.

Any bit of skin left exposed felt like it was being sliced by a knife.

Josie’s crew was geared up to the teeth. Not an inch of skin was showing. They had snow goggles on and thick masks covering their faces.

Heavy hats were pulled down tight, shielding their ears and necks.

Everyone looked like a bloated marshmallow, but they felt safe.

The people at the base, however, had it way worse.

Most of them couldn’t afford real winter gear. If you had a thin down jacket, you were one of the lucky ones.

Fort City wasn’t exactly a northern town, so nobody had a closet full of heavy winter clothes.

Even if they managed to find a coat, it was never thick enough. No insulation, no protection–nothing to stop the bite.

Forty below. At that temperature, you needed heavy–duty parkas and double layers of thermal pants just to keep the frost from biting through to your bones.

Even as Supers, they were still carbon–based lifeforms. They weren’t immune to the cold.

It was lucky they were Supers, though. Their bodies were way tougher than the average person’s. Even with snot running down their faces and eyes watering from the wind, they still looked sharp and ready.

If they’d been Norms, they would’ve been dead meat. Out here in forty–below weather with clothes that thin? They’d be frozen

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stiff in minutes.

This arctic apocalypse was no joke. It was a literal killer.

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