The morning after the unlock, Ferra laid out a route test that looked, on paper, like an errand list.
Deliver a sealed chit to the registry, collect the stamped return from Lana's clerk, then carry a spare gauge to the canal survey team.
The route home had to fit inside the eighth minute, by design.
"No drama, no distance records, no spectators beyond the cordon," she said, pinning the route sheet to the silo board.
"Today we learn what a boring Tuesday costs, because boring Tuesdays are what the engine actually needs from this skill."
The route sheet itself was three lines long, stamped by the war table, plus initialed by the wardens, which made it the most governed errand in the city's history.
"The mission is the errand list, in order, at a walking pace," Hajin told the forming clone at the center marker. "You speak to the clerks as me, you carry nothing you are not handed, and you dissolve at the gate on return."
