<em>The days grow shorter and the nights are getting long<br/>Feels like we're running out of time<br/>Every day it seems much harder tellin' right from wrong<br/>You got to read between the lines<br/><br/>Don't get discouraged, don't be afraid, we can<br/>Make it through another day<br/>Make it worth the price we pay<br/><br/>The Good Book says it's better to give than to receive<br/>I do my best to do my part<br/>Nothin' in my pockets I got nothin' up my sleeve<br/>I keep my magic in my heart<br/><br/>Keep up your spirit, keep up your faith, baby<br/>I am counting on you<br/>You know what you've got to do...</em>Triumph, "Fight the Good Fight"<br/><br/><br/><strong>Click</strong><br/><br/>A single florescent bulb fought with the suddenly flow of electricity, then flickered to life. Despite the bad wiring running along the rock ceiling, they still held a charge, casting the cavernous conference room into a dim light. Candles were blown out, and then anxious hands went to work, setting uncomfortable grey plastic folding chairs. It was a menial task, but the workers were happy to have it. There was so little to do down in the Tunnels that they were eager for any distraction. Well, any distraction other than the Supply Drive.<br/><br/>The young community always had supply problems. Not enough food, not enough clothes, not enough beds. The Black Ops had caught on to this, and were watching warehouses and stores. Gathering supplies was dangerous work, and the Community Government was always looking for volunteers to help with their next mission. Tonight, Mol was planning the Supply Drive and holding the strategy meeting in the conference room.<br/><br/>But there was something curious afoot. Mol had also asked (though quiet channels, of course) for her Diggers to attend the Drive meeting tonight as well. No word on why, though. If they wanted to find out, they would have to show up...