Hidden Location
Hell's Basin was a large area out on the desert plains of Nevada where miles seem infinite, a very secure location for many reasons. One being that it wasn't along any flight routes and there were no connecting interstate highways. It was figuratively and literally the middle of nowhere. A no-man's land. A mysterious landscape that featured some nearby small mountains and its main oddity was that it appeared to have been the site where a meteor had once struck, creating a basin-like area. While the surrounding area mountains formed a larger scale version of the basin with a radius of about 70 miles.
Because of how the area was formed, it allowed for low-lying clouds to form more often than the rest of the desert floor giving off strange colors that reflected from the ground and the grayish tone of the atmosphere. It all looked so otherworldly and the fact that there were no other structures around for miles, it could almost be mistaken for what the place may have appeared to be in prehistoric times. A perfect place to disappear to, and off the grid.
Right at the edge there stood a natural-looking structure. A functioning base was built with available materials and resources that would sustain a group of people for a long duration of time. A deserted highway connected to an abandoned airport that was a top-secret location decades ago, was the route they took to disappear and leave no traces that anyone could follow and discover their secret base of operations. The base was built in a way that it blended with the natural environment and it couldn't be spotted by satellite unless it was known what to look for, and to appear as a simple sand and rock formation that scattered the vast desert floors.
It had been two months before new supplies were taken out there. The nearest town, sparse signs of civilization could be detected about 100 miles southeast. There were only three long-term residents however. A solemn scientist, an historian, and a quiet astronomer. Residents that remember the heyday of the Area 51 glory days. They had seen and experienced much. Burdens they carry with them to this day.
The scientist, only known as Dr. George, was a bit of an eccentric, wild in the manner of being more of a survivalist than a typical professor. Almost to the point of bitterness but well restrained as to not be entirely cold. The historian was younger, tall with dark hair and was the typical prankster. His knowledge on historical matter was unlike any other historian in his field. He had every event that was recorded and documented of all UFO sightings dating back to ancient Egypt, memorized. He went by the handle of Lurch because of his stature. The astronomer was an odd character named Isotophes, a kind of Greek name with the same air of tragedy that suited her persona. Studying the stars was her love and she wanted to be anywhere they could be seen most of the time at night. The small team were ready to get back to work, finishing touch-ups and stocking supplies in their base.
There was a plan to drive out there and meet another team that went rogue and rumored to have stolen some top-secret equipment from NASA. But they had to prepare some escape route should things go wrong. The base was the only safe place for any plans to be made and to stay completely off the radar. They didn't know what to expect. They either give up the location of the base or they keep it well hidden and a secret forever.
This was the day of choices and they needed to move forward. Dr. George sent a message to meet up at the deserted airport when the other team could get out there.
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