Keia
I aim to misbehave
Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0708 hours, June 3, 2003
With everyone’s gear stowed and piled into one of the two military grade jeeps, Durant gave Lt. Stewart a nod of his head to get started. Lt. Stewart eased the jeep away from their accommodations and out of the base, with the second jeep following closely behind. The base personnel took no unusual notice of the group’s passing. Moments later, the jeeps were leaving Nellis AFB behind and heading down a lonely road.
Within fifteen minutes the jeeps pulled off of the more well-traveled byways and onto a dirt security road. Another fifteen minutes brought the jeeps to a security gate and the first check point and use of the codes provided by Major-General Easton within incident.
Before long, the group arrived at what was supposedly Warehouse 37. A security fence twenty feet on a side protected the building – a stone building no more than 10 feet square with a single door. There were some trees and scrub near the fence on one side, but otherwise the terrain was flat. The mountains were visible in the distance and the pre-dawn light was giving way to the actual sun-up.
Visibility was good with only light, high clouds and the sun slowly rising. The coolness of the morning was becoming a memory – it was definitely getting warmer. . . .
Las Vegas, Nevada
0708 hours, June 3, 2003
With everyone’s gear stowed and piled into one of the two military grade jeeps, Durant gave Lt. Stewart a nod of his head to get started. Lt. Stewart eased the jeep away from their accommodations and out of the base, with the second jeep following closely behind. The base personnel took no unusual notice of the group’s passing. Moments later, the jeeps were leaving Nellis AFB behind and heading down a lonely road.
Within fifteen minutes the jeeps pulled off of the more well-traveled byways and onto a dirt security road. Another fifteen minutes brought the jeeps to a security gate and the first check point and use of the codes provided by Major-General Easton within incident.
Before long, the group arrived at what was supposedly Warehouse 37. A security fence twenty feet on a side protected the building – a stone building no more than 10 feet square with a single door. There were some trees and scrub near the fence on one side, but otherwise the terrain was flat. The mountains were visible in the distance and the pre-dawn light was giving way to the actual sun-up.
Visibility was good with only light, high clouds and the sun slowly rising. The coolness of the morning was becoming a memory – it was definitely getting warmer. . . .
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