“I’ll meet you at the A-Bomb.”

It wasn’t a real A-Bomb, of course, but there was a piece of obsolete machinery in the field behind Hafmann Hall. No one had any idea what its purpose was–some kind of emergency generator from way back when, perhaps, or a piece of modern art that got mistaken for something practical when the Art Department moved to Dilcue. It still got a fresh coat of paint every now and then, which was the extent that it was officially recognized.

Thanks to struts that kept it off the ground and a cap that kept the rain off, the whatever-it-was looked like a genuine Fat Man/Little Boy A-Bomb. It helped that the spot wasn’t visible from any of the surrounding buildings thanks to a copse of bushes.