Jim looked out his window. The white of falling snow blanked out everything.

"The view isn't going to change anytime soon," Joe said. "Don went home, but he did a great job of getting us home from the mine. I'm glad you suggested having two drivers. From what I could see through the storm that old mine had been blown all to hell. They had three of those armoured vehicles, one pulling a trailer and a flatbed rig with a back hoe and a bulldozer. I think they were looking for something ...