The man looked down

  at the clipboard.  On his utility belt was an assortment of tags and strings and colored stickers and markers.  "All inventoried Sir." The weapons expert military man looked out over the hangar.  "Good job son." 

  "This is the clipboard with the lists by vehicle." The military man didn't reach for it.  "See," said the other man,"Each sheet shows type of vehicle, items not nailed down inside the vehicle, and," 

  "Why yes, you're very organized.  You're not the usual person here though.  Are you?" 

  "Well, no Sir, you are correct in surmising so." 

  "I'm not surmising." 

  "Right." The man put down the clipboard and pulled another from a work bucket.  "And on this clipboard are the forms in triplicate showing which Department has claimed which assets." The military man crossed his arms.  "Anything else?" 

  "Oh yes.  Thanks for reminding me." 

  "I didn't remind you I asked you a question." 

  "Which reminded me, you know," he said as he was pulling out a receipt book, "If I may speak to your other question." 

  "Did I ask you another question?" 

  "Sort of.  See, I'm, I'm really," 

  "Yes?" 

  "Just one of dozens of what are being called 'essential workers' Sir, so," 

  "Yes?" 

  "If there were to be mistakes, see, I'm not sure who exactly that would fall on, Sir." 

  "I'm sure it's fine." 

  The man stacked the clipboards and receipt book and handed them towards the other man, then pulled them back and unstacked them and said, "Oh!  Almost forgot.  Here on page twenty-eight, see," he held it up like Vanna White presenting a letter, "There's this one UNCLAIMED item." 

  "And what would that be son?" 

  "Wahwell, it got listed as all these things," he turned the clipboard back to read it.  "Is it a weapon?" 

  "Why do you ask Sir?" 

  No reply.  Then the military man sort of mumbled, "I'm trying to assess why on earth I got called down here." 

  "Oh," the man covered a big yawn with the clipboard.  "Sorry.  I'm actually exhausted." 

  "Give me the paperwork.  And where is the unclaimed item?"  The man handed over the paperwork and picked up the bucket.  The military man studying his face for the answer.  "Over there," the man waved to a plastic drop clothed area.  The military man looked at the sheets on the clipboard, rolled back to pg. 28.

  "WMD???????!!!!!  GOOD GOD!!!!" 

  "That must be why Sir." 

  "Son, put the bucket down and step right over here with me."