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“Where are they again?” Thiram was straining as he waited for his friends, or rather colleagues.

“Typical of them to get us all excited, and then bailing out to some mundane excuses.”

He started to pace around the shed where they were supposed to meet. He wasn’t clear about all the details, Amy, or Carob would have them. Chico would be here for the ride, but the master plan this time was for the girls to come up with.

What was happening at the plantation? Something unusual for sure; the Lucid Luddite Dreamers and their Silly Intelligence devices were always looking to disrupt the flows of coffee of the remaining parts where they still grew. That was why their mission was so important. Or so he was told.

“Bugger… they could at least answer their damn phones… AI might well be everywhere, but you can’t just be all cavemen about it.”

A rush of ruffled dried leaves and a happy bleating caught his attention at the moment he was about to leave. A panting Amy arrived, with her cream goat “Fanella” in tow —the bleating was from her, obviously. She didn’t take “Finnley”, the black one, she was too unpredictable; Amy would only keep her around for life or death situations that required a fair deal of rude practicality, and a good horn’s ramming.

“Sorry, sorry!” Amy blurted out in hushed tones. “I couldn’t get away from the Padre. He’s too worried about stuff…”

Thiram shrugged “at least there’s one. And what about the others?”

“Oh, what? I’m not the last to arrive? That’s new.”

Thiram rolled his eyes and gave a twig with fresh leaves to Fanella to eat.