A day later and the DCRegulators were at a briefing, in a multiple use chamber, except for three on other duties in the offices or in another part of RivetCity.
Sanshaw frowned softly. "The trident submarine is the late stage prototype USSS Trident, being the very first of that class of submarines built, thus the total lack of imagination with its name. It was sent into action, as an ICBM carrier-launcher, because of the lack of such vessels but later was replaced, in that role, by an improved model of a trident sub. It was then upgraded heavily to become a carrier-supporter of special infiltration forces. Then, officially, it was retired to the RivitCity Museum as an exhibit except that it was never opened to the public. This was despite constant promises, by the museum people, that it would be. All attempts to get into the subship, so far, have failed be they official or criminal attempts."
She shrugged. "Abraham Washington did not tell me those details so now they are added to my earlier report. As for the amphibious submarine, the great majority of RivetCityfolk do not even know it exists and I am sure they do not want to know what secrets might be hidden in this amazing settlement."
Jack nodded. "The amphibious vehicle only has the designation of the number SAV111222333 and no name. This indicates it was never meant to be publicly known. Like the trident, none have managed to get into it."
Jack then showed around the 'letter', holding it in the air. "Except that this letter holds some interesting, very useful, data including keycodes, details of tricks-traps set to deal with unwanted intruders and hidden caches of useful, sometimes exotic, resources. Sometimes secrets are hidden in the open or almost in the open."
All the higher rankers, in the outpost, had read the letter or at least what they thought was the 'letter'. There had been two versions of it being the one meant for most to read and a second version meant for only a very few to read such as Jack and Sanshaw. A short list of individuals had been designated never to show the second version that held more data than the first version, that extra data being extremely 'sensitive' in nature.
Jack passed around copies of the first version and soon all, but the guards, were reading one.
Sergeant Mantca spoke out, her voice showing doubt. "How can we trust this information? It sounds like nonsense to me even given the exotic nature of the postdoomsday world."
Mantca was on the list of people never to be shown the second, bigger, version of the letter. As it was her loyalty was already under suspicion and she was being investigated for possible links to the DCSyndicates and the TalonMercs if not also other more secretive and dangerous factions.
Jack did not even look at Mantca. "We shall see!"
The commander, of the outpost, completed reading the letter a second time. "A cache right here in the battlecarrier, a big one to be shared with other factions." Appleton was a more elderly, but tough, dark skinned woman of quiet toughness. She looked to Jack. "You, and Sanshaw, go to the cache."
She then turned to Mantca. "You are under arrest for..."
Mantca made a strange choking noise, and died, her head falling heavily onto the table top.
Appleton sighed. "That is the third one this month. I do not except anything useful to come of investigating her body, or her belongings, but we will do so anyway."
She was to turn out to be wrong!
Edited by Maharg67, 10 January 2019 - 04:16 AM.