48 hours.
Shen Feng sat in a wicker chair, a signal connector on his head linking him directly to the Gray Tide. His Consciousness Antennae roamed the global network, mobilizing the Gray Tide anchor points he had planted in various countries.
He had thought it would be a long time before he needed these Gray Tide anchor points, never expecting to mobilize them on such a massive scale so soon.
New York, Washington, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Moscow, Melbourne, Sydney, Mexico... The Gray Tide anchor points, ferried across the globe by airplanes, began to stir. They burrowed deep into the earth, devouring and expanding into a planet-wide network.
There was a chance ordinary people might discover the subterranean Gray Tide network during some construction project, but that was a problem for another day. Right now, Shen Feng couldn't afford to worry about it.
