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Ardennes Forest, Belgium
Ardennes Supply Base North wasn’t on any map, be it ordinance or Google. Neither did it advertise its existence, other than a series of discreet road signs on approach.
Entry to the facility was through a secure steel gate and the check of a permanent guard sentry. Yet there was nothing else to flag up that the base was anywhere worth caring about.
It was the place where nothing ever happened, in a province where outdoor pursuits were the main attraction.
The base itself amounted to little more than a series of six storehouses, three either side with a barracks at the far end. Personnel numbers were skeleton-sized. After all, the fewer people who knew about the base, the better.
Staff Sergeant Mills was well aware of the fact, as he smoked the end of a cig
