Xue cracked her knuckles and bit back a scream of frustration.  The large group gathered in a hidden spot in the park.  Over forty people had answered, but not Ingmar They had the manpower, but what they didn’t have was a plan.
“What’s wrong,” Sibeal asked.  She was one of Aoife’s friends.
“I can’t reach Ingmar.  We were hoping to get his input.”
“On what?”
“This.”  Nora set a green collar down on a picnic table.  He examined it.
“Where did you find this?”
“On a cat, of course.”
“Cats aren’t a part of The City’s programming.  Who made this?”

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