Stack the Blocks So that They Form a Freeku
The group
of employees chosen to work on the project were all this close to being suspended for their “poor attendance.” They had been led to believe that
participation in the project would forestall any disciplinary action. This was not true, of course; they were still in trouble, but the
people running the study behind the project had convinced their employers that
enthusiastic cooperation yielded much better results. So it was that the group of six employees
entered training room #3 with high hopes on both their part and that of the
people secretly watching them.
“I don’t
remember there being a window in here before,” Todd commented on entering the
room. The door was shut behind him and
the project was officially underway.
“They’re
probably watching us,” Greta told him, not taking her eyes off the pile of
blocks, some big, some little, heaped up in the middle of the floor. “Let’s just get started: we’ve only got an
hour.”
“I can kind
of make out something in the other room,” Todd announced, peering into the
glass with his hands cupped around his eyes.
“What’s a
‘freeku?’” Melissa wondered, studying the sheet of instructions handed to them
moments earlier.
“Wasn’t
this the engineers’ locker room?” Todd asked, still focused on the two-way
mirror while the others sorted the blocks.
“Todd,”
Ramon barked, “We’ve got to get busy!”
“I can see
somebody!” Todd shouted. “He’s looking
right at me!”
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