PERSONNEL ONLY
1968
Lily exhaled.
Her mother had not found a cave.
She had found a government site.
Lily walked deeper.
Water dripped somewhere ahead.
Her boots left prints in gray dust.
After twenty yards, the tunnel widened into a chamber.
There were shelves.
Crates.
A rusted desk.
A map board covered in plastic sheets.
Most of the labels had faded, but Lily could read enough.
CORE SAMPLE STORAGE
SEISMIC LOGS
HYDRO PRESSURE READINGS
BH-3
BH-7
BH-9
Then she saw the first mini-payoff her mother had left.
On the desk
