..." I'd like to take a look at the top deck, the Instruction Manual lists it as the ' Hanger Deck ' but there's no information ". It was my turn to smile, " I'd have thought you'd have read all about it, all the information was in the red folder on my desk ". The General grimaced, " With it being on your desk I figured it couldn't be important and so I ignored it.....damn !....still " I cut him off "NO ! the less anyone knows the better ", the General turned crimson and continued " this thing may be capable of geo-stationary orbit but not space travel. You said it could be a starting point for exploration, there must be something more" I cut him off again " NO! ". The general chewed his cigar and said " Well then, I'm sure The Snotting on the Wold Observer will pay good money for a story like this ". I tried to explain " don't you get it ? if ANYONE finds out about this we're finished, there'll be Government investigators and reporters swarming all over The Plant, the Duck Pond.....everywhere. The Plant won't be able to function.....it will cease to exist and so will the staff and YOU ! we have to keep this a secret ". The General chewed on his cigar some more and said " OK....... but if this thing is ever needed I get a seat ", we were running out of time, I had to agree, the General continued, " no big deal really, only you, me and my nephew Colin, he's the one that caught you, know about this and I'm sure he won't say anything ". Muttering under my breath I said " No, I'm sure he won't ", " I wonder where he's got too " the General continued, I simply shrugged. The General was adamant, he wasn't leaving without a look at the hanger bay, there was no time to argufy so I led the way. At least this was one area I knew was secure, entry was only possible with a 10 digit number that only I know and I keep it in my head...3649872947....the hanger door slid open, lights came on and the General nearly wet himself, as the cigar fell from his lips he exclaimed " Holy shiiii........