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The new arrivals filed into the server farm's converted auditorium - twelve carefully vetted specialists recruited through Doc's medical network and Maya's law enforcement contacts. Marcus watched from the observation deck, letting his tactical enhancement run at minimal power to assess their potential.

"Former CDC virologist," Sarah murmured, indicating a woman with steel-gray hair. "Dr. Helen Martinez. Her research on viral mutations was groundbreaking before budget cuts shut down her program."

"The man beside her," Maya added. "David Chen. Supply chain logistics expert. He coordinated emergency response during three major crisis situations."

Marcus noted how the newcomers naturally formed professional clusters - medical personnel gravitating toward Doc's station, security specialists studying Maya's training setup, communications experts examining Bobby's network infrastructure.

"They're not just specialists," he observed. "They're people who noticed something was wrong. Who started preparing without knowing exactly what for."

"Like recognizes like." Morgan approached with her tablet, data scrolling across the screen. "They all identified irregular patterns in their fields. Started stockpiling supplies, documenting anomalies, making contingency plans."

"And now they think they're crazy," Bobby called down from his perch. "You should see their internet search histories. 'Signs of upcoming pandemic,' 'Emergency preparation protocols,' 'Urban survival techniques.'"

"They're not crazy," Marcus said quietly. "They're the ones who'll help us save everyone else."

The auditorium fell silent as Maya stepped up to the podium. No dramatic entrance, no power demonstration. Just professional confidence and absolute conviction.

"You're here because you saw the signs," she began. "Irregular shipping patterns. Unusual viral samples. Supply stockpiles that don't match official scenarios. You started preparing because your instincts told you something was coming. Today, we confirm those instincts were right."

Sarah activated the main display, showing carefully selected data from their Nexus operation. Genetic markers, viral development timelines, distribution patterns. The evidence of deliberate engineering was subtle but undeniable to trained eyes.

Marcus watched the specialists' reactions through measured tactical enhancement. Shock gave way to understanding, then to the kind of focused determination he recognized from his own team's early days.

"Three organizations are currently developing weaponized viral strains," Maya continued. "We've neutralized one. Two remain active, with a planned release window of approximately six weeks. We have the knowledge, resources, and capabilities to stop them. What we need is your expertise."

"Why us?" Dr. Martinez's voice carried decades of scientific skepticism. "If this threat is real, why not go to the authorities?"

"Because the authorities are compromised," Doc answered, stepping forward. "Major pharmaceutical companies, private military contractors, even certain government agencies - all positioning themselves to profit from the chaos."

"And you expect us to just trust you?" David Chen asked. "Take all this on faith?"

Marcus made his decision. Time for a calculated risk.

"No," he said, descending from the observation deck. "We expect you to trust evidence. Your own expertise. And this."

He let his precognition flare briefly, just enough to step through Chen's instinctive defensive move before it happened. The logistics expert froze, professional assessment warring with impossible reality.

"That's how we knew to find you," Marcus continued, keeping his voice calm as Sarah monitored his neural patterns. "I've seen the future you're all preparing for. I came back to prevent it. But I can't do it alone."

The room erupted in controlled chaos - questions, demands for proof, scientific challenges. Marcus let his team handle the responses, each member addressing their respective specialties. Maya coordinated security concerns while Sarah and Morgan explained the viral research. Doc discussed medical preparations as Bobby demonstrated their intelligence capabilities.

"Even if we believe you," Martinez said finally, "what makes you think we can stop this?"

"Because you're already halfway there." Marcus gestured to the assembled specialists. "You saw the patterns. Started preparing. Gathered resources. Now imagine what we can accomplish together."

"With proper coordination," Chen mused, professional interest overcoming skepticism. "Unified logistics, shared intelligence..."

"A real chance to prevent the apocalypse instead of just surviving it," Bobby added with his characteristic grin.

Marcus watched understanding spread through the group. These weren't random recruits - they were chosen specifically because they'd already started fighting the future without knowing it.

"We have facilities," he said. "Resources. Intel. What we need is your expertise. Your networks. Your dedication."

"And if we say no?" someone asked.

"Then you walk out with enough information to continue your individual preparations." Maya's voice carried quiet authority. "But together, we can do more than prepare. We can prevent."

The silence that followed felt weighted with possibility. Marcus let his tactical enhancement catalog micro-expressions and body language, seeing the moment professional dedication overcame natural skepticism.

Martinez stepped forward first. "My lab's been documenting irregular viral patterns for months. If what you're showing us is accurate..."

"Our data is at your disposal," Sarah offered. "Along with samples recovered from Nexus."

Chen joined her. "I've got supply networks across three states. If we coordinate with existing stockpiles..."

One by one, the specialists committed. Not out of blind faith, but professional recognition of a genuine threat and a viable response. Marcus watched his core team integrate the newcomers, each person finding their role in the expanded organization.

"Neural patterns stable," Sarah reported quietly. "Minimal power usage throughout."

"Didn't need the abilities," Marcus replied. "Just needed the right people."

"Speaking of people..." Maya appeared beside him. "Bobby's background checks confirmed three more potential recruits. Medical researcher in Atlanta, communications specialist in Miami, former Army Corps of Engineers."

"The network grows."

"So do our chances." She smiled. "Almost feels like building an ark. Gathering every specialty we'll need."

Marcus watched the expanded team begin tactical planning, sharing data and expertise with professional focus. They had six weeks to stop the apocalypse. Now they had the resources to match their dedication.

"Not an ark," he said finally. "A shield. A way to protect everyone, not just the chosen few."

The server farm hummed with renewed purpose as their community grew. Specialists became teammates. Colleagues became allies. And somewhere in the controlled chaos of integration, Marcus saw the future changing.

One expert, one skill, one commitment at a time.