Arkangel Chemical Weapons Facility, USSR<br/><br/>James ran quickly across the top of the dam. He attached the cord securely at the top and glanced down a single time before jumping. He hated this, but nonetheless seemed to be finding himself doing it all the time. He hated putting his trust in people who had measured the distance from old spy photos. He hated trusting equipment and technology.<br/><br/>The bungee cord stretched as the ground zoomed towards him. For a second or two it definently felt like he would strike it. It was a close call; like he could brush the ground with his hand before being pulled back up. But before the reverse momentum of the chord had a chance to do that, he had attached himself to the ground with a gun hook. It pulled him down the final few feet and he let go of the chord pulling on his legs.<br/><br/>He was down on the ground again.<br/><br/>From here, it was just a matter of hiking to the base, making his way through those toilets and ventures, further into the building. He had the internal structure of the building pretty much memorized.