25-01-2004, 19:31
A limo moves gracefully along the road. Ahead a Red flashing Light comes online and the limo abruptly stops. Out of the bushes on either side emerge special forces troops They stand with guns pointed at the car. One moves towards the window, gun raised defensively. The window roles down and a hand emerges with a pass. The special forces man looks carefully at the paper. His weapon drops and he salutes to the occupants of the car.
The limo moves through the first line of defence. As they move past the wood-land facade it becomes clear it is in fact an electric fence cleverly disguised as a wood. In the distance a building looms into view. The limo moves towards the front entrance. To guards stand to attention as the door opens.
From inside the building the head of the Secret Service watches as his men emerge from the limo.
Their is a brief pause while the final checks are made. The gate guards report that the compound is still secure.
The Prime Minister steps from his personal car and surveys the building. A toughened glass exterior covers two floors and stretches five meters on either side of the steps up to the only entrance.
Sunlight glitters through the window onto the reception desk at the centre of the giant lobby.
The Prime Minister enters the building and is greeted by the Facilities chief, Jack Dalton.
'Sir may I say what an honour it is to meet you. We thought we would start in the sub levels and then finish the tour in my office on the top floor. I've arranged for our chef to have a small lunch ready for us when we finish.'
'Thank you that’s most kind. And the honour is all mine. Its not every day you meet the most intelligent man in the country.'
From the lobby Jack and the Prime Minister enter a small lift. It drops ten floors and opens into a small corridor.
'This is as far as we can go with this lift. We have to get another to the facility. To our left is a guard post, and if I hadn’t entered the correct password or the guard felt suspicious we would be dead by now. We have a service elevator at the back, which we use to transport personnel and materials down here. That elevator is also monitored by guards.’
They enter the next lift and the lift drops ten more floors.
‘We are no twenty floors beneath the ground. This is the control room level; the bottom level is another five below us. We have a train to take us around the base level. It spreads out through an abandoned mining system, although we have blocked off several large sections. This gives us a large potential for spreading out. We have currently built ten reactors, and another twenty are being built as we speak.’
The Prime Minister walks to the edge of the raised area the lift opens out onto. A large ten floor high cavern spreads out below them.
‘How big is this?’
‘It’s the size of ten football pitches, and ten floors high overall. The stacks act as pillars to support the roof. This is only half off it. The rest is behind the back wall. To our left we have built a purification plant. It will produce pure Uranium to feed the reactors.’
‘How long before the plant is operational?’ Questioned an absorbed Prime Minister.
‘Well as soon as the first lorry of Yellow Cake arrives we can purify it and start up our first reactor. Within a week it will be closed down, and checked over. Then any modifications will be made to the reactor. We will continue to test it until there are no defects. Then we will modify the other reactors and bring them all online.’
The Prime Minister was shown around the purification plant and a single reactor. Then they entered the lift to return to the Control room.
The limo moves through the first line of defence. As they move past the wood-land facade it becomes clear it is in fact an electric fence cleverly disguised as a wood. In the distance a building looms into view. The limo moves towards the front entrance. To guards stand to attention as the door opens.
From inside the building the head of the Secret Service watches as his men emerge from the limo.
Their is a brief pause while the final checks are made. The gate guards report that the compound is still secure.
The Prime Minister steps from his personal car and surveys the building. A toughened glass exterior covers two floors and stretches five meters on either side of the steps up to the only entrance.
Sunlight glitters through the window onto the reception desk at the centre of the giant lobby.
The Prime Minister enters the building and is greeted by the Facilities chief, Jack Dalton.
'Sir may I say what an honour it is to meet you. We thought we would start in the sub levels and then finish the tour in my office on the top floor. I've arranged for our chef to have a small lunch ready for us when we finish.'
'Thank you that’s most kind. And the honour is all mine. Its not every day you meet the most intelligent man in the country.'
From the lobby Jack and the Prime Minister enter a small lift. It drops ten floors and opens into a small corridor.
'This is as far as we can go with this lift. We have to get another to the facility. To our left is a guard post, and if I hadn’t entered the correct password or the guard felt suspicious we would be dead by now. We have a service elevator at the back, which we use to transport personnel and materials down here. That elevator is also monitored by guards.’
They enter the next lift and the lift drops ten more floors.
‘We are no twenty floors beneath the ground. This is the control room level; the bottom level is another five below us. We have a train to take us around the base level. It spreads out through an abandoned mining system, although we have blocked off several large sections. This gives us a large potential for spreading out. We have currently built ten reactors, and another twenty are being built as we speak.’
The Prime Minister walks to the edge of the raised area the lift opens out onto. A large ten floor high cavern spreads out below them.
‘How big is this?’
‘It’s the size of ten football pitches, and ten floors high overall. The stacks act as pillars to support the roof. This is only half off it. The rest is behind the back wall. To our left we have built a purification plant. It will produce pure Uranium to feed the reactors.’
‘How long before the plant is operational?’ Questioned an absorbed Prime Minister.
‘Well as soon as the first lorry of Yellow Cake arrives we can purify it and start up our first reactor. Within a week it will be closed down, and checked over. Then any modifications will be made to the reactor. We will continue to test it until there are no defects. Then we will modify the other reactors and bring them all online.’
The Prime Minister was shown around the purification plant and a single reactor. Then they entered the lift to return to the Control room.