[10 jobs or professions]

Onion planter
Fish canner
Power loom maintenance technician
Professional medical test subject
Loan approval officer
Submarine engine mechanic
Bush pilot
Quarry worker
Bomb technician
Gardener

[10 places]

Garden
Church
Laboratory
Farm
Bank vault
Aircraft carrier bridge
Space station control room
Salt mine
Sandlot
Oyster bed

[2 numbers between 1 and 10 inclusive]

6 and 9

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Submarine engine mechanic working in a sandlot

Jacob showed up for work early. The naval base was new, built just five
years ago, part of the staging area for the war, now over and seeming a bit
like ancient history. He parked his car in the lot outside the front gate
and walked to the guard station and flashed his ID. The men guarding the
gate slid the chainlink and barbed wire gate aside and he slipped through
and took the keys to the little jeep out of his pocket and tossed them in
the seat. Being a senior mechanic had its perks, he decided. He liked the
little olive drab colored car. He grabbed the rollbar and hauled himself
into the driver's seat, fished for the keys from where he'd tossed them, and
keyed the ignition.

He tore off through the base. He could always get away with being a little
reckless during days when not many men were on base, if he showed up early.
The wheels slid a little as he slid around a corner and headed toward the
towering dockside buildings. As he got close, he grinned and gunned the
engine, and hit the large patch of sand and slid to a stop right next to his
assigned parking space.

He figured that if they were going to build shipyards right on top of the
sandlot he played ball in as a kid, he was going to keep on having childish
fun there as long as they let him.

Kelly looked up from his book, and saluted lazily from the guard station.
Jacob put on his best nonchalant look and slipped inside the giant building.

The building was full, a long, dark hull stretched into the distant end, the
torpedo shape impossible to mistake.  He dragged his feet in the soft sand,
left inside the building since there was no need for anything but shelter
from rain to do the work he did. He took a toolbox from the shelves and
paced down the length of the craft until he met the access door, the night
crew left it open for him to continue. He took the heavy checklist out and
started. Three hundred identical bolts, check for wear and replace them all.
Trace every length of pipe, checking for cracks and worn joints. Hundreds of
thousands of parts, all documented in minute detail in shelves of binders.