Chongqing Municipality, People's Republic of China, Spring 2026The night air was wet with mist, the ground cold beneath their bellies."What the hell are we doing out here, man?" grumbled Cope. He spoke Mandarin out of custom, even though they were alone. "I thought the plan was to hit the fuel convoy and get out fast like last time."Janssen shook his head and returned the night-vision binos to his eyes. "Won't work."He scanned the complex of buildings constituting the Chongqing Secondary Nuclear Facility that nestled at the foot of the ridge where they lay. What he had first taken to be the housings for the four reactors lay towards the centre, much smaller than others he had seen. Around it were larger buildings holding the turbine generators together with storage silos, offices and a long accommodation block.
