Nesbit nodded and strode toward the stairs. "Come along, Isaac," said Matt. "We've seen enough here."
During the next hour, Matt got a fair idea of the plan of the lower floors of the fort.
They had entered through the freight entrance in the rear, the main doors fronting the highway, on the other side of which lay the small town of West Point.
The lower levels were largely devoted to storage and offices. The fort, he realized, had been equipped to withstand a siege. There were tons of food and equipment. Above, they found forges, foundries, machine shops, laboratories and even hydroponic gardens.
It was a world to itself; a world without any inhabitants.
They were on the seventeenth floor, examining the modern, well-equipped guardhouse, when lights began to blink on.
Matt said, "That was quick work." He found an inter communication televisor, hunted for the engine-room number and buzzed it experimentally.
After a moment, the screen glowed and the square rough features of the chief engineer flashed in its depths.
"Any trouble?" Matt asked.