The green truck came to a stop directly in front of the great mountain. They weren't lying, the massive Mt. Kilm's top was hidden in the clouds as it cast its mighty shadow over you. Your concentration is broken by a loud voice from the front of the car. The lean woman with sunglasses that had driven you here was checking a clipboard with four names and a list of supplies you had gotten earlier on it. "Right, roll call." "Dr. Jackson Fidwell, geologist." "Present." The pale man with glasses sitting next to you responded, lifting his hand up slightly. "My main man Leoooo!" The woman held out her fist and it was pumped by the well-built african american in the passenger seat. "Finally... Russel Richards."