"Chance favors the prepared mind," thought Max. It was a favorite quote of his. It applied to the unwelcome news he was about to deliver to Secretary McNamara and to the flashlight in his hand which would ensure that the information was delivered in time for it to make a difference.
The flashlight made little headway into the gloom of the perfectly dark corridor. Max moved slowly forward, sweeping the beam in front of him as he moved forward. He was about ten feet into the hallway when his beam revealed a wall in front of him. It was a dusty and grey. This temporary, jury-rigged wall must have been there for at least a decade. "Humph. Guess Pentagon maintenance has not changed much," thought Max.
A monetary surge of frustration bubbled up in him until he made out the faint outline of a door cut into the drywall. It wasn't a proper door, just a piece of drywall held into place by something not visible from this side of the wall. Max pushed he door with his hand and then with his shoulder. It gave way with a reluctant groan.
Max walked through, surprised by the dim lighting that marked this forgotten space. He was shocked by what he saw.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Monday, 5 January 0530 (by Jon)
Monday, 5 Jan @ 0530hrs. Upon entering the Pentagon from the metro station Max discovered that yet again, another corridor remodeling project was underway. This time, the corridor 5, the one he used every morning to get to his office was completely blocked off. In a sigh of frustration, he mumbled, “I don’t have time for this...why can’t facility management provide better notification!” He was already late. Secretary McNamara would be expecting him at any moment to deliver the latest intelligence reporting from overnight. However, as with most Pentagon construction projects, a service door was hastily erected to allow workers into the construction area. Max decided, “I’ll go through the service door and take the corridor anyway...surely they haven’t started heavy demolition yet.”
Sure enough, the door was unlocked and the corridor appeared dimly lit all the way down the C ring. However, beyond that it was dark. To get from the C ring to the A ring, Max would have to walk in the dark and find the rear entry to his office area. As a former Boy Scott, Max was always prepared. He pull out a flash light and started down the corridor.
Sure enough, the door was unlocked and the corridor appeared dimly lit all the way down the C ring. However, beyond that it was dark. To get from the C ring to the A ring, Max would have to walk in the dark and find the rear entry to his office area. As a former Boy Scott, Max was always prepared. He pull out a flash light and started down the corridor.
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