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Jun. 15th, 2014 03:24 pmFactory Building #3 doesn't stand out much from the dozens of manufacturing sites in southern California. The two things that distinguish it most? That it was build after the war ended, when so many other factories were being shut down. And that it's in Whittier, more than a little off the beaten path. It had been a bit of pork brought home by Congressman Voorhis, something that Howard was glad to take advantage of. And the fact that Voorhis was gone and replaced by a newcomer named Richard Nixon wasn't important. Everyone in the district wanted the jobs, after all.
The location wasn't perfect. The nearest full scale airfield was a good drive, meaning that planes would have to be towed on substandard roads for testing. And those same roads didn't make the drive there an easy one. But Howard was still pleased with the factory, with the labor pool, with the cost of the construction, and the government contracts that went with it. Specifically, the B-35. The next generation in long range bomber.
The staff was all abuzz today. Howard's visits to the factory were rare. He generally trusted his managers, and usually had somewhere else to be. That he was making an inspection left everyone eager. Or nervous. Was there something wrong? Was there someone even more important coming? Or was he just being a boss and pulling the sort of surprise inspection that other bosses love? All anyone knew was that he arrived through the private garage and went to his office unseen.
They didn't know that he had left the office and gone into another dimension for a while. Or that he was bringing back a guest.
The location wasn't perfect. The nearest full scale airfield was a good drive, meaning that planes would have to be towed on substandard roads for testing. And those same roads didn't make the drive there an easy one. But Howard was still pleased with the factory, with the labor pool, with the cost of the construction, and the government contracts that went with it. Specifically, the B-35. The next generation in long range bomber.
The staff was all abuzz today. Howard's visits to the factory were rare. He generally trusted his managers, and usually had somewhere else to be. That he was making an inspection left everyone eager. Or nervous. Was there something wrong? Was there someone even more important coming? Or was he just being a boss and pulling the sort of surprise inspection that other bosses love? All anyone knew was that he arrived through the private garage and went to his office unseen.
They didn't know that he had left the office and gone into another dimension for a while. Or that he was bringing back a guest.
