The Ordnance Factory
The entrance of the ordnance factory looked nothing like an ordinary government office.
A high concrete wall ran along the road, topped with coils of security wire. Floodlights stood at regular intervals, and cameras watched the approach from every angle. Warning boards announced that photography and unauthorized entry were strictly prohibited. The main gate was split into separate lanes for employees, official vehicles and visitors, and armed CISF personnel stood at each of them, rifles held across their chests.
Nobody simply walked in.
Workers filed through the employee gate while their identity cards were scanned one by one. Vehicles were stopped and inspected before the barrier lifted. Beyond the gate, a patrol moved slowly along the internal road, checking the perimeter section by section. It was exactly the vigilance Rohit expected from a place that handled sensitive material.
