10:12 am, Military Field Command Vehicle; Oxurq Island, Acylz Atoll, Kazulian Arctic Claim.
"Do you suppose they would find anything?" Øivind Lorentzen said as he watched the specialists of the Militære Vitenskap Korps (Military Science Corps) surveying the landscape ahead of him for the possibility of uranium deposits. "I am not certain whether they will, but the most we can do is wait," a cloaked-figure behind Lorentzen responded. A long moment, longer than desirable, passes before the next exchange of words begins. "Do you think it is a possibility for uranium deposits to be found here?" Lorentzen asked the voice. "You, a senior researcher from the Atomic Minerals Exploration and Research Institute, asking me whether there is going to be uranium deposits found here? It's a bit disturbing." the figure responded. "I know, Mr. Underdahl, but I'm not sure, isn't it too cold for that to happen?" Lorentzen questioned. "In my view, I don't think they are going to find anything, uranium is usually found in temperate areas, and this landscape is far beyond temperate." Underdahl answered. He stepped out of the vehicle with Lorentzen following behind him. Upon extending his hand into the slowly melting snow, he gestured to Lorentzen to come closer to him. "Uranium and even plutonium is usually found in hot to temperate climates deep into the ground. The Ice runs too deep for that to be a possibility here."
Lorentzen sighed as he looked at the melting ice patches. "And If we really don't find anything, what are our other options?" He said as he turned to face Underdahl. "We either steal from nations within our vicinity whom we know have deposits or we buy from other nations who are willing to sell it to us." Underdahl said in that stipulation. Some three hours had passed by and Underdahl and Lorentzen were still weighing in their options with the hope of not having to execute any of them. An Officer approached the two with a sheet of paper in his hand. "Mister Director sir." the officer delivered a crisp salute before handing the paper to Underdahl. He turned his back and paced around the area for a few minutes as he examined the contents of the paper. He turned to face the Officer and Lorentzen, as he began to rip the paper into pieces. "Lorentzen call your boss, tell him the Director (Director of the National Atomic Energy and Research Commission), said to send the letter." He ordered. Now "the letter" was a letter addressed to that one nation that they knew would be willing to share both nuclear technology and material, the Kingdom of Vanuku.