Continued from [Under Control] Uncertain TerritoryThis early in the morning, traffic is a little annoying. Trapped in a sardine can, bumper to bumper with more cars, on a concrete expanse run by colored lights? It's enough to make anyone crazy. Maybe more so for those who have the call of the wild in their veins.
A fence lines the perimeter of McClellan. The Uratha pass the northeast side, where the Aerospace Museum is now located on the defunct Air Force base. Further south, towards the coordinates, there are large steel structures for housing planes. Large. Planes. One row of hangars looks to be larger than some small sports stadiums.
Bailey Loops is a small access road that curves by an entry point between two rows of hangars. A matte black SUV is parked by it, and Eric is waiting. Unlike the past three times Chantay has seen him, he's dressed... well. A light grey suit and red tie complement his salt and pepper hair. Although he's speaking on the phone, he waves for them to park next to his vehicle.