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gardens and allotments. She dug over a nearby park, planting row after row of vegetable seeds and some fruit canes as well. We were all looking forward to the day we could have potatoes and carrots again.
    My sister Hazel sat a bit apart from everyone else. Nobody really trusted the Brotherhood right now. When the chickens had been driven out of Aberdeen some of them had left and joined other groups but a solid core had stayed together. They kept themselves to themselves, mostly, hanging out in a big warehouse that they’d taken over down by the docks. They still wore white robes covered in feathers, though they’d got rid of the masks and the dinosaur slippers. There had been talk of throwing them out of Aberdeen or feeding them to the chickens but the council had put a stop to that. The fact of the matter was, we needed them. Without them we wouldn’t have electricity, lasers, or a number of other useful devices that they made out of the wrecks of Catchers. So for the moment theystayed. But that didn’t mean they were liked.
    Hazel nodded at me when I came in, then went back to glaring at the last member of the council: Blake. Blake was dangerous. In theory I should like him. He was absolutely dedicated to fighting chickens. He excelled at it. And that was the problem. I’d once been that fanatical about beating the chickens. I’d gathered everyone together in a mad plan to defeat our enemy. And nearly everyone in Aberdeen had been caught because of it.
    Then there was my other problem with Blake. He didn’t fight chickens because he hated them, or because he felt driven to. He did it because he thought it was fun.
    With the founding of the council Blake had found his role in life. He led and trained our army; what there was of it. He even had a special team that tracked down trouble and dealt with it. And he was very good at his job. I was happy he did it. I would just be happier if he did it a long, long way from me.
    In some respects his job was similar to mine. He fought chickens; I fought to keep us all together. Whenever groups were arguing or we heard about another bunch of kids hiding away somewhere, I was sent to deal with it. I was also sent to deal with the Brotherhood when people stopped trusting them; the scavengers when they kept food for themselves; the communicators when they spent more time watching old movies than keeping an ear out for approaching Catchers; and the farmers when they gotinto arguments and started throwing mud around. Basically I was sent to deal with the most pressing problems of the day.
    Hazel, Cody, Percy, Blake, Sally, Jeremy, Deborah, Noah, Glen and me: the team that stood between Aberdeen and the chickens.
    Cody called the meeting to order, as usual. “Attention. Attention. Shall we begin?”
    The room grew quiet and people turned to look at him. I took a seat and enjoyed the brief peace. I knew from experience that it wasn’t likely to last long.
    “Now, I think Noah has something to tell us. Noah?”
    Noah nodded to Cody and stood, placing the TV on the table. He looked grim.
    “Europe has fallen.”
    There was instant chaos at his words. People began yelling, some screaming. Cody banged on the table a few times with a judge’s hammer, though I’ve no idea where he’d got it from.
    “Let him finish. Then freak out,” he said, and order was restored.
    Noah took a deep breath and continued, “Poland surrendered early this  morning. The chickens recorded it and their leader has been broadcasting it ever since.”
    The TV screen fuzzed for a moment then lit up. I could see the chickens’ leader, known to us as King Cluck, glaring straight at the camera, just an ordinary cockerel wearing what looked like an upside-down colander on his head. Wires trailed around it, and lights flashed and blinked. Behind him was a flag,half white, half red. He’d be hilarious if he didn’t keep taking over countries.
    “People of the world. I know you can hear me.” The voice was