The snow wasn't falling anymore. It was just grit in the air, little bits of ice that sandblasted your face if you looked the wrong way. Elena pulled the hood of her parka tighter. The fur around the edge was stiff with frozen breath. She lifted the night-vision monocular to her eye. The world went green and black.
The facility wasn't much to look at. From two kilometers out, it was just lumps under the snow. Like someone had buried a few buses and forgot about them. One security camera dome, black glass, turning slow. That was it. No fence. No towers. Just white, and wind, and that one stupid eye watching nothing.
But she knew. The stolen schematics were printed on the back of her eyelids. Sub-level one: where the guards slept and ate. Sub-level two: labs. Sub-level three: storage. Sub-
