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Max jumped, nearly knocking over a trash can. Standing there was old Mr. Henderson, the neighborhood's strictest—and quietest—neighbor, holding a very bright, very normal yellow flashlight. "Mr. Henderson?" Max gasped.

Max looked at the green light he had seen on his phone and then at Mr. Henderson's flashlight. "Was it a green light?"

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"It was," Mr. Henderson said. "Testing the frequency. I’ll turn it off now. It seems I wasn't subtle enough."

A soft, green light was pulsing from the top window of the Watchtower. Pulse. Pulse. Long pause. Max jumped, nearly knocking over a trash can

Maya didn’t ask questions. She just replied: “Coming.”

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