Feb 04, 2021
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When Capt. Bradford had been given the nickle tour, he found out just how big the site actually was. The facility itself was nearly a mile long, one quarter of a mile wide and five floors deep. The working area of the facility was a one quarter mile square of a five story, housing, laboratory and testing facility, as one would think of it, above ground. The remainder of the facility was the firing range of the complex. All this was housed within a 2” thick, plate steel cylinder, over a 2' thick, reinforced, concrete cylinder that was over another 2” thick cylinder of plate steel. All in all, it was an impressive accomplishment to have been built in two years and under a veil of secrecy, no less.
Technicians had been arriving in twos and threes every couple of days, they'd be dropped off and go into the second bunkhouse. Then another day would pass and two or three would be dropped off again, to go into the second bunkhouse. Occasionally, one or two would exit the bunkhouse in the mornings and actually ask what ranch work needed to be done.
The first of Capt. Bradford's enlisted men to arrive was, Sargent First Class, Carlos Gonzalez, which was a blessing as far as Capt. Bradford was concerned, even though SFC Gonzalez was one of those Mexicans.
The SFC did have an impressive military record. He had been decorated as a brave, effective and capable leader of his men in the field. Therefore, Capt. Bradford decided that SFC Gonzalez would do, for sending the hands to for assignments.
Capt. Bradford would tell them to go and ask Mr. Gonzalez what he needed done until the Foreman arrived.
Capt. Bradford's last packet, had told him that his Second in Command would be arriving with the head of the development and testing for the current project. He would handle the day to day business of running the ranch as the Foreman.
Capt. Bradford was glad of that, as he had no experience at all, in the running of an actual, working ranch and he didn't really trust the Mex., for no other reason, than his race.
Capt. Bradford might have been raised in Texas and dress in western attire in his civilian life, but not all Texans are actual cowboys. He had been a city kid growing up. Sure, he knew a little about horses and had learned to ride one, but anything else having to do with horses or cattle of any kind, was beyond his scope of general knowledge. As far as farming was concerned, he couldn't even keep a house plant alive. His dad had been a pilot in the Air Force, stationed at a base in Ft Worth. But Jack had eyes on becoming a General in the Air Force from his earliest memories.
Captain Jack Bradford was certain, that he had been assigned the posting, simply because of having been raised in Ft. Worth, a cattle mecca in Texas. The brass above him had seen that he was raised in Ft. Worth, Texas, in his file and chosen him for the under-cover assignment, assuming he would fit right in. He knew the truth, but was determined to fake his way through it.
His standing order, was that as soon as the current project head got on site, he was to go into a lock-down for 30 days. This was to insure that the new military development could be tested and refined without the possibility of compromise.