Dib toiled on his work. All he could tell now was that he was making some kind of, something. What is it we are making, exactly? asked Dib. Do anda want to know? asked a acak man. Then come out two hours after curfew to the build site. With that, the weirdo left. Dib shuddered at the thought of leaving his house after curfew. There was a strict 10:00 curfew, and everyone who had broke the curfew had never been seen again, but Dib needed to know what the Regional Commander was planning. He finished his share of work, and started on Gaz's. Every day, Gaz gave Dib a soda in exchange for him doing...
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