One hundred and fourteen.

“This is the logo of the man who set the house ablaze that day," Marcus said, his finger tracing the symbol on the screen. One of the actors, Devon, raised his hand, and Marcus nodded for him to speak.

Devon stood up, clearing his throat. "There's a grand party happening soon, where every influential person in the city will be in attendance. Don't you think we should all be there? I have a feeling this man might be there.

" His gaze locked onto Marcus, who smiled, his eyes gleaming with intrigue.

"This is brilliant," Marcus said. "We all need to be there, and be alert. It's the perfect opportunity to gather intel and make our move."

Sandra spoke up, her voice curious. "How do we get an invitation?"

Marcus's eyes turned back to Devon, who nodded confidently. "Leave that to me. I'll take care of it."

The room fell silent, the only sound the quiet hum of the computer, as the members of T-Force nodded in agreement, their minds already racing with strategies and plans for the party.

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