I run outside. My revolver is loaded, my knife prepared. I am ready to infiltrate enemy lines.

I glide, almost like a shadow, like a spirit. Across the invisible line that separates their side from ours. The door to their base is open for a split second… I slip behind the soldier that runs out of the door, jump in, and roll toward a dark corner.

Their base is full of long corridors. Few wide open spaces. Perfect for infiltration… but dreadful for a clean getaway, in case I am caught and forced to flee.

I slide around a corner and peek out. No one is around. I run up the stairs, hugging the wall closely. After a quick peek around the corner, I see no one but a particularly overweight Russian, lugging a minigun. There is no one else around, no witnesses…

I shove my knife between his shoulder blades, killing him almost instantly.

“Oh dear, I’ve made quite a mess.”