VROB CONTACTED ME WHEN I was topside for a daylight visit.
It was a piece of light orange sandstone on my usual path. A rock about the size of a baseball cut in half. It caught my eye because the limestone we dealt with was mostly white, even on the paths we walked. Red and orange sandstone was much further south.
Of course I picked it up. It also wasn’t dusty like everything around it. So it had only been there hours at best. I just shoved it in the pocket of my rolled-down jumpsuit. Unless it had some metal in it, the scanners weren’t going to pick up anything besides another rock.
Which meant I also had to get out of sight to check it out. Time for a trip to the commissary.
The commissary was a carryover from when there was an active military base. I went shopping there almost every
