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While the subjects were all snuggled up in their beds the clouds persisted in the sky. Cloudy skies didn't stop the employees of the Facility from working their shifts. The wind died down enough that they could hear each other over the gusting air for once. They had been working since shortly after the subjects were wrangled up. The ship with fresh supplies happened to arrive at the perfect time. No one would be around to disrupt their schedule and they didn't have to check for stow aways once the shipments were all brought in. Much of the supplies could be carried in by hand. Some required the help of a forklift that had to carefully navigate its way on the wood laid path or risk getting stuck in the sand if a wheel happened to venture to far past the edge.

The crates it carried weren't just larger but they were rectangular rather than box shaped. Possibly large enough to carry a person. The words "fragile" and "this end up" were printed all over them. They would be taken to a side of the facility that looked like large garage doors. Inside they looked more like cargo ports for trucks. The floor was raised by a couple feet so that they lined up with the floor of the trucks. In this case it lined up with the forklifts forks where the crates could be placed onto flat beds and transported to their intended destinations.

If any subjects were strong enough to shake off the last of the sedative effects and dare to venture outside to the beach again they would be mostly left alone unless they tried to approach the docks, ship, crates, or workers.