By the arms of Thebes was Megalopolis encircled with walls, And all Greece won independence and freedom. —Inscription on the tomb of Epaminondas, Pausanius IX, 15, 6 Parade Field, Epaminondas Caserne, Ciudad Balboa, Balboa, Terra Nova The caserne, formerly a police barracks outside the southern outskirts of the city, farthest away from the sea, had taken a bit of refurbishment. Due to the Senate’s refusal to fund Carrera’s latest little project, he’d paid for the refurbishment himself. It hadn’t been all that expensive, really; the caserne was a single main building, surrounded by a concrete wall, both of those painted a shade of tan with a darker brown trim. The barracks was suitable for housing perhaps eighty or a hundred men, full time, and adequate for weekend training, in rotation, for four or five times that. There were a couple of outbuildings, and a PT field that had been redesignated the parade field. Occupying perhaps five acres, it had no rifle range, though there was a subcaliber range in the basement of the barracks.
