The registry opened like a collar.
```
CERTIFIED REQUESTER REGISTRY ACTIVE.
TEMPORARY CERTIFICATION AUTHORITY:
SOVEREIGN SAFETY / CONTINUITY JOINT REVIEW
LOCAL UNVERIFIED PERSONS:
EXCLUDED FROM ELEVEN CONTACT.
VIOLATION RISK:
PANIC ROUTING
FALSE HARM
UNTRAINED DIRECTION
```
Rina read the last three lines twice.
Then she laughed once, dry and ugly.
"They listed their own crimes as ours."
Sant had already started the objection. He looked older every time the civic screen refreshed.
"Grounds?"
"Harm defines the witness," Rina said. "Certification defines the office. Those are different things."
"Good."
"Also, they can choke on `untrained direction`."
Sant typed that sentence in cleaner language.
Three marks pulsed under the eastern districts.
Aldgate.
Old Cannery.
Ward Nine laundry blocks.
All three were route-poor, comm-poor, and full of people who had spent the last night surviving because no official truck could reach them.
