These Secret Rooms:
"Sir, we have a shipment of Medical equipment to be delivered here." Medical equipment?!? I double-checked my inventory list. Yup, that's what it said. 'Medical Equipment to Sector 9.' I opened the doors and let the delivery boys in. Sector 9...so that odd back section that was too white was going to be a hospital of sorts. Interesting. Must be expecting plenty of injuries or something of that sort. That was odd -- guess this branch of the military was pretty tough. "Wonder what they'll do..." I thought to myself as I directed the delivery boys into Sector 9.
Sector 3 was divided up into 20 blocks. Each block had one long room with cots all neatly lined up, a multi-person bathroom, and another, slightly smaller padded sparing room attached at the back wall.
"Who'll be living here, sir?" I asked Lydecker one day as we toured through the building, inspecting the progress.
"My soldiers," he replied with a glimmer in his eye. His mind seemed to jump ahead into the future somewhere, as if he was reviewing a dream.
"When will they be here sir?" I asked cautiously. He'd been known to snap people's heads off when that glimmer in his eye appeared.
"Oh, not for a year or so," came the quick reply. The glimmer quickly vanished.
I didn't push for more info. We'd been working together closely for a month now -- I knew when to ask and when to hold my tongue. But that didn't mean I wasn't curious. I wondered what the words 'my soldiers' meant. I wondered what kind of soldiers would occupy the many blocks. I wondered a lot. It seemed everyday a new mystery was uncovered. I was liking this new job already!
My office was fully functional now -- had a great new computer, a direct phone line to anywhere I needed, and a TV with hook-ups to all of the surveillance cameras on the property. One day, while setting up programs on my computer, I switched on the TV surveillance, just to check things out. Sector 5 randomly came on screen. Men were setting up chalkboards, rows of desks, projectors, and bookshelves, even textbooks. Classrooms? 'What the hell does a military training facility need with class rooms?' Curiosity got the better of me. I took over control of the camera and zoomed in on the textbooks. Chemistry, Biology, Physics, Genetics, even History, Geography and Calculus. Looked to be about college level or higher. I looked to another shelf: "Escape and Evade" "The Art of War" "Tactics of Torture" "Hand to Hand Combat" "Surveillance and Recon" "Weaponry" to name a few. Freighting books if you'd ask me. No pictures. Just bold black type projecting its message. They must be going to teach new recruits out of high school or something. That had to be it; after all, it wasn't like little children were going to be running around.
I put those thoughts aside. It was my job to take care of the building, not wonder about its function. But still, there were many strange things about this place. Class rooms, a medical facility, Sector 3 for 'Lydecker's soldiers,' and now Sector 7 had a sign on it that said "Psychological Unit." I was going to have to ask Lydecker about that one.
Speaking of Lydecker, I flipped through the cameras till I found him. I needed to run some ideas past him and it was easier to find him on camera then walkin' all over this huge place looking. He was speaking to an older soldier and a fair-haired woman in a white lab coat when I found him. I turned the camera's microphone on, just out of curiosity of course.
"The building is ready, I want to get things underway." Lydecker said. His young, commanding voice was clear and purposeful.
"The training grounds are fully operational. The perimeter fence is up and functional. We are ready for them sir," the soldier replied curtly.
"I want to run a few more tests first -- make sure the research equipment is working properly," the doctor added. Her feminine voice sounded strangely out of place.
"All right then, two weeks." Lydecker set the deadline and strode away.
"Sir, we have a shipment of Medical equipment to be delivered here." Medical equipment?!? I double-checked my inventory list. Yup, that's what it said. 'Medical Equipment to Sector 9.' I opened the doors and let the delivery boys in. Sector 9...so that odd back section that was too white was going to be a hospital of sorts. Interesting. Must be expecting plenty of injuries or something of that sort. That was odd -- guess this branch of the military was pretty tough. "Wonder what they'll do..." I thought to myself as I directed the delivery boys into Sector 9.
Sector 3 was divided up into 20 blocks. Each block had one long room with cots all neatly lined up, a multi-person bathroom, and another, slightly smaller padded sparing room attached at the back wall.
"Who'll be living here, sir?" I asked Lydecker one day as we toured through the building, inspecting the progress.
"My soldiers," he replied with a glimmer in his eye. His mind seemed to jump ahead into the future somewhere, as if he was reviewing a dream.
"When will they be here sir?" I asked cautiously. He'd been known to snap people's heads off when that glimmer in his eye appeared.
"Oh, not for a year or so," came the quick reply. The glimmer quickly vanished.
I didn't push for more info. We'd been working together closely for a month now -- I knew when to ask and when to hold my tongue. But that didn't mean I wasn't curious. I wondered what the words 'my soldiers' meant. I wondered what kind of soldiers would occupy the many blocks. I wondered a lot. It seemed everyday a new mystery was uncovered. I was liking this new job already!
My office was fully functional now -- had a great new computer, a direct phone line to anywhere I needed, and a TV with hook-ups to all of the surveillance cameras on the property. One day, while setting up programs on my computer, I switched on the TV surveillance, just to check things out. Sector 5 randomly came on screen. Men were setting up chalkboards, rows of desks, projectors, and bookshelves, even textbooks. Classrooms? 'What the hell does a military training facility need with class rooms?' Curiosity got the better of me. I took over control of the camera and zoomed in on the textbooks. Chemistry, Biology, Physics, Genetics, even History, Geography and Calculus. Looked to be about college level or higher. I looked to another shelf: "Escape and Evade" "The Art of War" "Tactics of Torture" "Hand to Hand Combat" "Surveillance and Recon" "Weaponry" to name a few. Freighting books if you'd ask me. No pictures. Just bold black type projecting its message. They must be going to teach new recruits out of high school or something. That had to be it; after all, it wasn't like little children were going to be running around.
I put those thoughts aside. It was my job to take care of the building, not wonder about its function. But still, there were many strange things about this place. Class rooms, a medical facility, Sector 3 for 'Lydecker's soldiers,' and now Sector 7 had a sign on it that said "Psychological Unit." I was going to have to ask Lydecker about that one.
Speaking of Lydecker, I flipped through the cameras till I found him. I needed to run some ideas past him and it was easier to find him on camera then walkin' all over this huge place looking. He was speaking to an older soldier and a fair-haired woman in a white lab coat when I found him. I turned the camera's microphone on, just out of curiosity of course.
"The building is ready, I want to get things underway." Lydecker said. His young, commanding voice was clear and purposeful.
"The training grounds are fully operational. The perimeter fence is up and functional. We are ready for them sir," the soldier replied curtly.
"I want to run a few more tests first -- make sure the research equipment is working properly," the doctor added. Her feminine voice sounded strangely out of place.
"All right then, two weeks." Lydecker set the deadline and strode away.