The Baghdad Reactor
I worked in some type of large metal building where international meetings were held. I lived there in a small bunker-type room. My job, maintenance. A power cord had been gnawed exposing copper wire from which fire and smoke ensued. I called my father from the large industrial cell phone I had, he told me where to find the needed tools in a storage unit below. As i entered the basement, chaos was breaking out. "The Baghdad Reactor is going off" I heard. Fire, water, shaking. Things calmed down and another worker thinking I was down there because of the reactor told me "The Rouge" had shut it down. That's when I saw her, The Rouge. It was Barb Watson. Her concern was immediate and she reassured me that we had never met before with a Russian accent. As I left with the rest of the group they said that she was from Russia and spent more money that Lady Gaga. I knew who she really was!