In the week since defeating Lorenzo's gang, Dean had kept the scavenged snowmobiles in heated storage. Their fuel had been siphoned and mixed with additives that enhanced its ability to thrive in the winter.
He had also spent a few hours adding simple modifications. Such as heated fuel tanks, storage compartments, and winter camouflage paint.
While the models were not the same as the two he had prepared for himself, the modifications added to them gave them performance that was closer to arctic warfare capability rather than just civilian enthusiasm.
Of course, there was a cost to these upgrades, and that was the fact Dean was now running low on spare parts. An issue that he would need to solve at a later time.
For now the peltasts gathered at the agora; Dean had brought the snowmobiles to idle in wait.
It was late at night while the young men stood faceless behind their balaclavas and step in ballistic visors. Blending in nearly perfectly with their background.
