As I crept through the snowy mountain, my footprints were the only signs of life. I was 16, but I'd been trained by the best. My mission was to infiltrate the heavily guarded weapons factory and destroy it from the inside out. I had a small backpack with limited equipment - a pistol, a knife, and a small explosives pack. I wore a black jumpsuit, designed to blend with the night, and carried a makeshift disguise kit. The snow crunched beneath my feet as I moved silently up the mountain. I spotted the factory in the distance, a sprawling complex of steel and concrete. I took a deep breath, checked my watch, and began my ascent.