"They ordered us to destroy all the documents. They ordered us to break all our tools. " The pain was still fresh in the old man’s eyes. "That was the worst part, Robbie: when the politicians make you break your dang tools." He looked at the slumping wall of boxes. "The D-21, that’s what this is. A cruise missile we built in 1963. Well, ol’ Kelly Johnson had all these boxes stored in his garage in Alameda. He was supposed to burn ’em all. Burn every blueprint! But in Alameda? There woulda been an air quality report !" The old man chuckled wheezily. "Couldn’t break those federal rules and regulations now, could he? The EPA wouldn’t like the smoke ! They’da sent ol’ Kelly straight to Leavenworth! Ha ha ha!"