Gotta get cracking on various things.
We found the hole.
Strike that: I found the hole. Jack had nothing to do with it. He should have been the one to find it, too. It was near his apartment, and the damn hole was almost causing a draft.
I growled about that a little, but Jack’s apartment was at the edge of the residential part of the Site. He didn’t have many neighbors, and half the apartments around him were just empty rooms. Ginnie nodded when she and I — and, oh, Jack — looked at the blueprints. “Yeah, they roughed these out in ‘58,” she said. “Remember the construction?”
“Before my time,” muttered Jack.
“I can sleep through anything, Ginnie,” I said. “They expecting more staff?”
“Yeah,” said Ginnie. “Or maybe The Big One. I hear they’re putting nuclear shelters everywhere now.”
“What, here?” I said. “This is a hell of a place to put a nuke shelter. I mean, all things considered.”
“Maybe they figure we’re used to the dangers of radiation.” Ginnie shrugged.