Ah, good ol' Cystex, Incorporated. Not the over-the-counter urinary pain relief Cystex, the entire unrelated, fictional data-management company, for which Ash and... hot stuff... work. Yeah.
And you don't suppose that someone would have triangulated the center of the Scouring of France before, if it's so easy and so significant? But I do love to nitpick. You're allowed to do that to your own work, you know. Learn from your mistakes and plot holes; it makes you stronger. But I suppose there's no patch to this plot hole without derailing the entire thing. It has to be some Da Vinci Code-esque secret that only they would know, or else it would fall apart. Though I guess it doesn't have to be, and even then it's just stupidity on their part that they don't tell anyone else bout their findings. Maybe it would have even saved the entire world, who knows. Ah, well, Time nor place. Or, not on this page, at least. We've got plot to advance!
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