Price strode over to a fence post and twisted the top. A portion of the boundary marker opened. He pushed the red button revealed in the recess, and Nikki heard a soft rumble of an engine. Her eyes widened. Trees and ground parted like the Red Sea to display a concrete road wide enough for a small truck. A feat reminiscent of a James Bond film.
Price chuckled. “It surprises everybody. The trees are designed to blend in with the seasons. We change the foliage to make the wood look authentic.” He grinned at her. “You knew it was fake though, didn’t you? What put you onto it?’
Nikki smiled. “No birdsong. And normally you hear rustling sounds from small animals. But, in that place, there was an absence of anything living.”
“You’re good.” Appreciation glimmered in his eyes. “Very few people notice. We pinched the idea from the Commies. The Eastern Bloc countries use similar tricks to disguise missile sites and the like. It’s ingenious, don’t you think?”
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