
Secrets.
Always secrets.
Why?
What does it matter what they do inside these huts? Why have they cordoned off the area yet I’ve got through?
Are they watching me? Do they know I’m here?
I’ll have a look inside one of them. Just a quick look… it won’t hurt. Then, I’ll know. I’ll know if the stories are true… if they’re experimenting in them; storing spaceships and aliens in them.
I need to know.
I don’t know why I need to know, I just need to.
I bet they’re testing me… Oh.
The lights are on.
What are they doing?
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