I drove back to my apartment and found Marcus still at the kitchen table surrounded by empty energy drink cans and printouts of data he'd been analyzing.
"The warehouse meeting is tonight at eleven," he said before I could even close the door behind me. "I've been monitoring all the forums we flagged and at least twenty different people confirmed they're planning to attend. Probably more who didn't post publicly about it."
Twenty infected people gathering in one place, that was significantly more than I'd ever dealt with at once, and the thought of it made my stomach twist.
"We can't just walk in there and start breaking corruptions one by one," I said, stating the obvious problem. "Twenty minds at the same time would burn me out completely before I got through half of them, and that's
