"Dakota?" Zack's voice called out, "Hey, where are you?"
Feeling adventurous and ignoring the calls of her friends, Dakota went towards the box.
The lid had the appearance of being nailed shut. It certainly looked sturdy, and heavy if the bowing pallete was any indication. It had FRAGILE stenciled in black spraypaint across the side and along the lid. Upon further inspection, Dakota noticed, it didn't look worn at all. In fact, the box looked brand new...
Someone was hiding something here.
Realizing this, Dakota was overcome with a strange sense of excitement. She'd never stumbled across something like this before. Should she have stumbled across something like this? What if it was like... mob money? Lots of mob money. Like, the kind that people get killed over. Or drugs. Mob drugs?
Shaking her head, clearing her mind of all that nonsense, Dakota grabbed the lid of the box by the long ends, only to find that it wasn't shut. She lifted the plank of wood, and inside the unassuming box...
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