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How many times have I told you not to feed Dismal at the table?" she exclaimed in mock anger. Gordon looked sheepish and hung his head. "I'm sorry. Anyway, boys, I'll advance you funds. You fly to Las Vegas as soon as possible and apply to Lomac for jobs." "To who? I mean, to whom?" "Lomac, Rick.
"They're probably support people," Scotty explained. "Seems the base is divided into two groups; the scientific gang and the support gang. I'm in support, in the vehicle maintenance section. Lomac runs the whole support group.
On the sixth day of their stay in Las Vegas, Lomac called. The boys hurried to the office and were told they could report to the base personnel office at once. They were given a map showing the location of the base. Scarlet Lake, they learned, was about two hours' drive northwest of Las Vegas. They packed hurriedly, checked out, and loaded the jeep.
As the days of waiting to hear from Lomac passed by, the boys made the Spaceman Casino their headquarters, hoping to pick up information from the Scarlet Lake people who hung out there. Men came and went, but Mac and Pancho were there every night. Once, Rick commented on their nightly presence at the casino and said jokingly that work on the base seemed to allow plenty of free time.
The base is run by a contractor, an engineering firm by the name of Logan and Macklin, Lomac for short. They hire all but a handful of scientific personnel, like project directors and their chief assistants, who come from a variety of places, including government agencies, universities under contract to the government, and so on." "Do we apply in Las Vegas?" Scotty asked. "Yes.
"I haven't seen you kids before. You from Scarlet Lake?" "We hope to be," Rick replied civilly. "We've applied for jobs at Lomac, but now we have to wait for a security check." The redhead turned to his friend. "Catching 'em kind of young these days, hey, Pancho?" Pancho showed white teeth in a smile. "Looks like it." "We can do a day's work," Scotty said shortly. "Never doubted it for a minute."
But he doesn't owe us anything. Someone else would have dragged him out if we hadn't." "If you hadn't," Rick corrected. "I didn't move fast enough." "Neither did anyone else," Hank pointed out. "Don't be overmodest about it, Scotty. Go and see him." The infirmary, operated by Lomac, was only a block away. Rick and Scotty walked over and checked in at the reception desk.
While riding in the taxi, Rick had watched street signs and quickly figured out the simple street plan of the town. "Let's go." The Lomac offices were on the second floor of a building less than five minutes walk from the hotel. The boys received application forms from a bored clerk and sat down at a table to fill them out according to previous plan.
"Let's take a taxi into town, register at the hotel, and then go to Lomac." "Okay." Scotty hailed a cab from the front of the taxi line. They loaded their baggage and climbed in. "El Cortez," Rick directed. John Gordon had suggested that hotel, since it was close to Lomac's office in downtown Las Vegas, and the food was good and not expensive.
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