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looming and the subsequent delay in production that accompanied it, he did not want to waste more time investigating scrap from an Outsider camp, and risk falling behind the production schedule set by the Sustainability Charts.  
    Once in place, Jaco b was forced to wait for bundles of supplies to be raised and set on the scaffolding affixed to the glass of Annex 22 with large suction cups. Standing atop the steel crossbeam ninety-some feet in the air, he looked at the project ahead of him. A single wedge, one-sixth of the steel framed dome, was finished and waiting for the glassmen, who were busy attaching the last of the massive panes to the lower six floors of Annex 23. He looked at the trio of three story arches that formed the shell of the dome. Each one of their legs started at its own point on the perimeter of the hexagonal shaped annex and intersected at the top of the unfinished dome.
    The steel framing inside the first of the six wedges created by the intersecting arches was finished, needing o nly the glass to be added. Jacob and his partner, Jasper Jordan, would spend the rest of this week and the better part of next week completing the steel framing inside the next wedge.
    Jacob walked himself through the long process and thought ahead to the t ime when it would finally give life to those he was working to save. After construction of the dome ended, electrical workers would wire in the power using dead spaces called crannies. Once power was on, the exterior defenses would be activated. After the exit tunnel and decon chamber were removed, a final seal will be placed, cutting Annex 23 off from the Outside forever, sealing out its toxins and the would be assassins. After the Feasibility Study and Best-Use Analysis determined the maximum capacity for new recruits and decided the most efficient use of the space, crews got busy at work on the guts of the annex.
    Our mission will forever continue, as one annex is finished, another will be started, until all the children of Mother Earth return to feed fro m her bounty. Jacob recited the saying, a passage from the Green Constitution, often in his head. It kept him motivated and focused on the importance of his work. It gave him purpose. It reminded him of the plight of the Outsiders and how fortunate he was to live in such a perfect world. When he pictured Outsiders living in this space, it warmed his heart.
    These feelings, along with his familiarity of his job, and his comfort working alongside Jasper made him, at this very instance, make his final, final decision. I’m done, no more thinking. This is where I belong. He closed the door on the chance to try other departments, to branch out and experience something different in favor of continuing a family legacy. The weight of the world lifted off his shoulders and he breathed easily for the first time in a while. The paperwork needed just his signature, it was already filled out. Jacob couldn’t wait to put the ink on the bottom line.
    Feeling anew, Jacob turned to Jasper, who was almost twice his age and normally had to be coaxed from his shell and asked, “ So J-man, how many of these do you want to do before power down?” as he held up one of the small rods, the first of their equipment drops of the afternoon.
    The question was not rhetorical, but the long pause from Jasper certainly made it seem so. “ I-I-I don’t know J-boy,” he stuttered, as he tossed his hands up. “All of them?” he sarcastically answered the question with something resembling another question as he furrowed his brow, causing his forehead wrinkles to deepen and his bushy salt and pepper unibrow that resembled a large caterpillar to wiggle about as if it was attempting to crawl off his face.
    Jacob was not sure whether Jaspe r was being ill-tempered or if his response was an attempt at humor. Playing the odds, he just assumed the former and made another smart aleck remark in an attempt to pull him from his perpetual state of grump,