Inside the Desert Bunker

When the canvas hood was ripped from Clara’s face, she was met with the cold, damp stench of underground concrete and hydraulic oil. She was inside an abandoned Cold War-era Titan II missile silo, sixty feet beneath the desert floor. The vast circular concrete silo was lit only by hanging halogen work lamps, with rusted steel blast doors sealing the lower access tunnels. Standing ten feet away, unzipping his desert…