The police had first got wind of the strange cult on the edge of the city three weeks ago. About thirty or forty nut jobs, camped out in private woodland. They'd been taking in huge deliveries of the Avatar limited edition TF drinks produced for the film; the stuff that didn't even work half the time and lasted a few days at best. They drank it by the bucketload.
They seemed harmless enough, living together in poorly-constructed, self-made huts, subsisting on nuts and berries and vast amount of carbonated soft drink. But a cult was a cult, and you'd been assigned to keep a close eye on them.
Recently the deliveries of the drinks had stopped, but the people were still walking about with blue skin and pigtails. It was possible that they'd somehow gotten their hands on more powerful, long-lasting morphing technology. You had to find out. You had to go... undercover.
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