[I'm 1+ Day older today XD]
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Michael woke up before everyone else and lay on the floor for a moment staring at the ceiling and listening to the building.
It sounded different with twelve extra people in it, with the presence of more bodies in more spaces, the occasional sound of movement from down the hall where Gareth's men were, a cough from somewhere, the distant pulse of the perimeter panel doing its steady amber thing.
He sat up and checked the pulse immediately the way he did every morning and the first thing he looked at was the signature eight blocks southeast that had appeared last night.
It was still there.
Still stationary. Still not reading like anything in his existing categories, not Rotter, not Stalker, not Brute, not Crawler.
Just a presence at the edge of his range that was either something new or something old that he hadn't encountered yet and either way needed attention he wasn't ready to give it this morning.
