On the Corner of Freeport and Fruitridge, his Cabal with no name didn't have much. Right now it was only Gyges, a picnic table, a map of Sacramento spread out over the picnic table, a couple highlighters that he was marking up the map with and a XL styrofoam Cup of Ice and Cherry Coke and the expectations that the others would start showing up soon.
A bird tweeted overhead and a moment later dropped a turd on the map, up around Folsom.
Not a very portentous start to the meeting, thought Gyges.
He flicked the turd off into the grass with the bottom of the cup, and got back to marking up the map while he waited, humming.