The team got into the Chinook helicopter provided by the IAEO for the return trip to Start Camp in Northern Durnia. With eight hours of sleep per night, the pilot could get there in two days (ignore my previous statement, I just made that up)
The Chinook touched down at Start Camp. There he was met by the expedition logistic officer.
"Well? Did you make it? And who's this?"
"No, we didn't - not yet. This is Ami, she is an Ozian."
"Ozian?"
"A country - far, far north of here. They wouldn't allow us to go to the North Pole in winter. So we opened relations with them instead. Take us to Myroria - we'll leave in winter, where it'll be summer up north."
"...Ok. Fine. I'll tell IAEO."
The logistics officer got on the podium in front of the men gathered there and told them the news. The plane used to bring the team to the area, a medium sized jet liner, was waiting in a city in northern Durnia, so the men got into jeeps and cars and headed back there. In a matter of hours, the camp was abandoned.
