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“How will we access the dam?”

“It’s unlikely that they’ll give us the key, so we’ll need to
find another way. Perhaps other people can distract them while
we’re looking for the key. We’ll figure it out on the spot. Trust
me.”
“I just hope it doesn’t turn into a severe brawl,” Alesha
said.
The three of us hesitated, glanced at one another, and
understood what had to be done. Alesha, looking enthusiastic,
grabbed the telephone directory, flipped over the pages, and
made a phone call. Joshua, feeling more optimistic, turned to
another page and called someone else.
“You know, at first I considered using explosives to blow up
the incinerator, but that’d be too violent and unsafe,” I said and
laughed while Joshua and Alesha were busy telephoning. Once
again, Michael and Peter were running around, this time playing
tag. This time, they allowed their dogs to join in on the fun.
September 12th, 2019 marked our momentous occasion.
It was 5:30 a.m. The sun had not risen. The sky was gloomy and
filled with layers of flat, gray clouds. The wind was blowing rapidly.
It was drizzling, so the air was unusually wet.

Since the community wasn’t very big, everyone decided to
meet in front of Joshua and Alesha’s home. There were about fifty
people sharing a common goal: to stop the inhumane ritual and
establish justice. Joshua assumed leadership of the group. Before
leaving, he made a quick announcement: