Fear Nothing By Dean R. Koontz

rewarding and full of delight as it can be.

This would constitute a purpose as meaningful as most and more noble

than some.

Pleased by Orson’s wagging tail at least as much as he seemed Ited my I

had two places I wanted to go before the sun chased me into hidin The

first was Fort Wyvern.

From the park at Palm Street and Grace Drive in the southeast quadrant

of Moonlight Bay, the trip to Fort Wyvern takes less than lowing for a

paten minutes by bicycle, even all ce that will not tire your canine

brother. I know a shortcut through a storm culvert that ten-footruns

under Highway 1. Beyond the culvert is an open, wide, concrete drainage

channel that continues deep into the grounds of the military base after

being bisected by the chain-linker of the fence-crowned with razor

wire-that defines the perimet facility.

ghout the grounds of Everywhere along the fence-and throu.

Fort Wyvern-large signs in red and black warn that trespassers will be

prosecuted under federal statutes and that the minimum sentence upon

conviction involves a fine of no less than ten thousand dollars and a

prison sentence of no less than one year. I have always ignored these

threats, largely because I know that because of my condition, no judge

will sentence me to prison for this minor offense. And I can afford

the ten thousand bucks if it comes to that.

One night, eighteen months ago, shortly after Wyvern officially closed

forever, I used a bolt cutter to breach the chain-link where it

descended into the drainage channel. The opportunity to explore this

vast new realm was too enticing to resist.

considering that I was If my excitement seems strange to You t a

twenty-six-year-old not an adventuresome boy at the time bu man-then

You are probably someone who can catch a plane to London if You wish,

sail off to Puerto Vallarta on a whim, or take the Orient Express from

Paris to Istanbul. You probably have a to be pleased by my latest riff

on the sculpture, I consu wristwatch. Less than two hours remained

until dawn.

driver’s license and a car. You probably have not spent your entire

life within the confines of a town of twelve thousand people,

ceaselessly traveling it by night until You know its every byway as

intimately as You know your own bedroom, and You are probably,

therefore, not just a little crazy for new places, new experiences. So

cut me some slack.

Fort Wyvern, named for General Harrison Blair Wyvern, a highly

decorated hero of the First World War, was commissioned in 1939, as a

training and support facility. It covers 134,456 acres, which makes it

neither the largest nor by far not the smallest military base in the

state of California.

During the Second World War, Fort Wyvern established a school for tank

warfare, offering training in the operation and maintenance of every

tread-driven vehicle in use in the battlefields of Europe and in the

Asian theater. Other schools under the Wyvern umbrella provided

first-rate education in demolitions and bomb disposal, sabotage, field

artillery, field medical service, military policing, and cryptography,

as well as basic training to tens of thousands of infantrymen. Within

its boundari tillery les were an arrange, a huge network of bunkers

serving as an ammunition dump, an airfield, and more buildings than

exist within the city limits of Moonlight Bay.

At the height of the Cold War, active -duty personnel assigned to Fort

Wyvern numbered-officially-36,400. There were also 12,904 dependents

and over four thousand civilian personnel associated with the base.

The military payroll was well over seven hundred million dollars

annually, and the contract expenditures exceeded one hundred and fifty

million per annum.

When Wyvern was shut down at the recommendation of the Defense Base

Closure and Realignment Commission, the sound of money being sucked out

of the county economy was so loud that local merchants were unable to

sleep because of the noise and their babies cried in the night for fear

of having no college tuition when eventually they would need it. KBAY,

which lost nearly a third of its potential county-wide audience and

fully half of its late-night listeners, was forced to trim staff, which

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