In the near future, rebel cell group members confront the reality that they have been infiltrated by a government manikin sent to spy on them. But who is it? The manikins are indistinguishable from humans.A member of their insurgent group has recently died from a supposed accident that they believe was orchestrated by the government. They must identify and destroy the manikin before he can do them any further harm.Excerpt:None of us who are gathered in the City Café 6 this Monday evening know quite what to believe. Not having been where she was, not having seen what she saw, and not having the madness to ignore what she says, we are forced to respond in a manner that will ultimately result in the termination of this cell. One of our own, a member of our inner circle, is secretly a government manikin, sent to spy on us and our activities. And that manikin is responsible for having identified one of us to the government, resulting in his death from an “accident.” That is the implication.The air conditioning breeze from the ceiling vent is a bit too cold on our table. Outside the sun is bright and the humidity high but the chilly airflow is no longer a welcome respite. Denny looks up at the ceiling, adjusts his chair, but cant escape the cold breeze aimed at his head.“Except it isn’t Jed Hill,” says Wayne the window washer. He is a middle-aged man; thin with a bright tinge to his white skin and dark black hair. “I know Jed. He’s no manikin. He’s on our side.”Every café table is filled to capacity with boisterous customers talking loudly and laughing. We sometimes struggle to hear what each of us say even though we sit right next to each other, our heads almost knocking together at times.