Final Count
Author: Stasia Phina
last update2026-04-24 02:52:02

Lily's message arrived at 7:58 AM.

Two minutes before she'd promised. Marcus was already at his desk with coffee when his phone buzzed the group thread, a single number.

*Final secondary screen count: 47 additional flags. Total beyond original 81: 47. Screen complete.*

Marcus looked at the number.

Eighty one original flags from the Syndicate database. Forty seven additional from the secondary screen covering independent methodology deployments. Combined with the fourteen priority cases from Ch
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