It was a bright spring day at the Aeroscale Early Aviation Hanagar. The all girl ground crew were busying themselves with the normal duties. The newly poured, set and painted concrete floor was getting a coat of lt. grey paint. Several of the ladies were working in the rafters checking the fire supression devices. ( I really have to tell you all one day about this unique feature. Its activated by monkeys.)
I was at my new ten drawer cherry wood desk (scrounged by my industrious ladies of the "Commando Auxilary of the All Girl Ground Crew" from the offices of the Commander James Starkweather, hisself.) The leather chair courtesy of his lord high imperial poobah and high exalted wizard, General of the Army, Rowan Camelhill - Baylies. The tiffany desk light was off and the bright sun shone through the window behind me.
The current projects having under gone inventory and inspection, all tools accounted for and supply inventories were signed and dated. The morning coffee was a brewin and Ursula was about to play "mother" and pour the hot Java for our morning crew eval reports. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Aircrewoman First Class Misty reported, " Sir there is a messenger here from General of the Army, Rowan Camelhill - Baylies' office requesting to see you."
With an uncanny swiftness the young messenger reported, snapped a rigid salute and handed forth a sealed envelope. I saluted in reply, my new hardware glistening and reflecting in his sight so brightly he squinted an excused himself just as quickly as he had appeared.
This was it the answer to the unaswered questions of recent weeks. In this sealed envelope was the future of the Early Aviation Hangar. The silence was broken only by the sound of a dropped tool on my new concrete floor out in the hangar.
I looked down at the sealed envelope in my hands. Cheerfully Ursula spoke, " Well at least now you know who he chose to shoulder more of the responsibilities around here..."
In bold print the envelope was stamped.
"Not so Top Secret. . .Anymore." 
