A dark, sleek limousine halted in front of a museum. Excuse me, The Museum of Visual Arts and Structures. Nine black suited and armed men slipped out before a man in a grey tuxedo walked out of the limousine before it drove away. The black suited men were clearly the presidents personal agents while the president himself strode in the grey tux to the Museum. The president stopped in front of a young adult, around twenty or twenty-one, wearing sunglasses and a black and red hoody. "Do you know where Jason Sife is, Young Man?" The President asked. "I-I am Jason S-Sife, sir!" The boy, Jason, spoke, unsure if he should be scared or excited. The president smiled at the boy, handing him a file that said "CLASSIFIED" in the front. "I'm having you work on Thawing." Jason glanced up at the older man before snatching the file and skimming through, but stopped on a picture taken. It was a large cave, like a cylinder, a large rough ice thick globe in the center that connected to the curved ceiling, large array of ice covered lava spiraled the ground and up the roughened walls. The ice seemed strange, like it was individually placed there in large spikes. The boy was speechless. Well, aside from one sentence. "I'll take the job..." The boy channeled through the pages, but didn't find what he was looking for. "Where will I be working exactly..?" "Mount. Hengill in Iceland." The president answered, leaving an agent to say what time his flight was.