6th ASP Strike Team "The Unseen"
It was an unusually cold day in Calgary, especially for summer. While many would claim climate change for this and prepare to send a wave of social media harassment to their representatives and leaders, there was a certain few who knew the true reason for this sudden change in their temperature and that reason was a certain Ice Cream truck located in the cities sewers. While to the average person this sounds like madness to the average member of the ASP this was one of the more normal things they had encountered. The 6th ASP Strike Team had come to retrieve the truck and it looked to be an average operation, but as with most things in their line of work, looks were deceiving. Covering as the city appointed repair crew they crawled into the sewers and began searching. None of them knew why it would be here that the anomaly would lie especially considering its appearance, but that wasn't their question to ask. "Did any of you see that?" A member from the back spoke her voice startling most of her fellow squad mates causing one to fall into the sewage before quickly rising to his feet. "What the hell Denise! Scared the hell out of me." Denise was still looking around as he awaited an answer "I'm sorry Kane, but I swear I saw something around the corner."
"Well then point me to it! We have to mainta-"
Before he could finish the distinctive jingle of an Ice Cream Truck. Turning the corner the team saw it wedged in between the two walkways in the sewage flow with bits of ice slowly creeping out in tendrils from it. They had found their target. They lined up and aimed their weapons at the truck as it slowly got colder and colder near the epicenter of the Ice Cream Truck. They could only imagine the conditions inside it.
The truck was in relatively good conditions minus all the sewage surrounding its bottom. It was running, but surprisingly quietly for what it looked like. It had a generic Ice Cream Sandwich on it's the side with writing in an unknown alien looking language. The head of the team, Christian Evison, a tall yet slim man called their commanding officer and git a single command. "Wait until we can extract you." Normally this would be simple, but the cold would be a major nuisance. At least nothing else would happen in their time waiting. Or so they thought.