The group made their way to the crashed helicopter. It was a civilian transport helicopter, heavily modified for use in the Antarctic. Alex was certainly no expert on anything mechanical. "Hummingbird, try and find out how it crashed. Pope, Mother check the back for survivors." He said, as he pulled open on of the vehicle's side doors. Glancing towards the back he saw three bodies and some cargo. Leaving them for the others he turned towards the cockpit. The pilot's body was covered in blood. The helicopter had clearly hit the ground nose first and the man had been impaled in his seat by part of the wind shield. The snow that had come through the broken glass was red with blood. Alex checked for a pulse, just to make sure. "Dead." He called out to others as he made his way to Pope and Mother. "What have we got?" He asked. 

"Two dead, one seemingly unharmed but unconscious." Mother said, still knelt down examining on of the bodies. "Scientists." She added, holding up an identity card, slung round one of the bodies' neck on a lanyard, to show Alex. "The two boxes contain core samples." Pope added, standing over an open container. [i]Nothing too suspicious yet.[/i] Alex thought to himself. "Guys bring over the snowmobiles and load up the bodies. We'll have to head for the research base. Mother you deal with the unconscious guy, try and bring him round." He radioed to the others before turning to Andie. "Hummingbird, what's the verdict?"