The Brotherhood then found themselves in another place where people were much more calm.
"Wow, yo. No more earthquakes, I guess."
"Nope."
"But where are we now."
The people here dressed in rags, mostly black.
"Well, definitely not the richest place. These people look like they don't even have a place to fall dead on."
Most of the people were short, dark haired, and the men wore bushy mustaches.
"That smells good, yo."said Toad as they walked across the street from a bakery.
"Yeah, I'm hungry."said Fred.
"We don't have any cash."said Pietro.
"I took quite a bit from those people at the University, yo."said Toad.
They went and bought the pastries.
"Not bad! And to think this place looks like there's no food!"
"They don't look their friendly, yo."
"Why not?"asked Pietro, "Just you watch."
Pietro approached a person.
"Hi, there! We were just wondering if you could tell us a bit about where we are. You see, we're lost."
The man looked at him.
"Outworlders!"he said.
"Huh?"
"You're Outworlders!"
"Um"
"What you come looking for in Dahl?"
"Dahl?"
"Like you don't know!"
"Uh, no. Like I said, I'm new here."
"You looking or a challenge?"asked the guy.
"Challenge?"
The man pulled out two knives.
"Nice knives."said Pietro.
He tried to get Pietro, but Pietro sped out of the way.
"Gonna have to be faster than that!"
More of the men pulled their knives out.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Um, yeah."
Fred joined in the fight, also. Apparenty, the men were shocked that their knives were useless. Fred grabbed one and threw him towards a shop window. The rest retreated.
"Violent people these, yo."
"Yeah."
"Well, we'd just better keep our eyes open."said Lance.
"Looks like they don't get a lot of tourists."
"Big surprise."said Pietro sarcastically.
"Looks like the only things here worth seeing are...the heatinks? So, should we?"asked Lance.
"Why not."
They went down to the heatsinks.
"It's hot in here."Lance said to the person who was leading them.
"Most people will take off their a few of their garments."he said as he took off his own shirt. "It gets hotter further down. Here in the Dahl Sector, we provide most of Trantor's energy."
"And these people work here?"asked Lance, astonished.
He nodded. The Brotherhood looked at the people around them.
"Wow. How do you they survive, yo?"
"I need to get out. I'm gonna die!"said Pietro. "Where's the way out?"
He went to a door that looked like the entrance.
"No! Don't!"exclaimed the tour guide.
Pietro opened it, and suddenly, he saw a countdown and an alarm rang. Th workers threw their tools aside, and ran.
"Uh-oh."
"That is where most of the material is stored. It isn't opened at all, except at certain hours of the day, which is programmed by computers to prevent theft! Otherwise, the bombs explode!"
"We gotta get out of here, now!"
"I shall report you to the Mayor of Dahl!"