Ever So Humble

Aug 07, 2006 01:29

It didn't matter how much optimism you threw at it; the place was a dump.

It met a lot of the specifications that had been set out. Twenty years prior, it had been Camp Dunwell, just one military base out of many, situated in the middle of the Arizona desert, complete with its own airfield. The military budget cuts during the nineties had closed the base down, though, and due to its desert location, no buyers had come forward. The only sign of recent human habitation was the litter in one of the larger hangars; it looked like a rave had been held there several years ago.

It had plenty of space, the capacity to maintain its own generator, and the runway was still in decent enough shape. Most importantly, there were no living things within twenty miles of the base besides cacti and the occasional scorpion.

It was now the official headquarters of the Special Tactics and Rescue Service, a discretionary force within the United States Strategic Command, tasked with intelligence gathering and neutralization of biohazardous threats worldwide.

It was still a dump.
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