SOMA killed the kitchen speaker with his palm.
The red feed kept blinking on six other screens.
SOURCE WITNESS LOCATION SHARED WITH PUBLIC HOLDER SEED.
Six thousand one hundred eighty-four phones had the route now.
Not a rumor.
Not a leak people had to forward.
The path to Cassius Voss sat in their hands with turn arrows, access notes, and a clean silver button at the bottom that said WITNESS RESPONSIBLY.
"No one move," Rina said into the local chain. "If you received a route, stop where you are. Say your name. Say you are not taking custody."
Her voice went out through the ugly mouths they still had.
Bakery camera.
Aldgate bookshop phone.
North Rail vending wall.
Tov Ren shouting into a cracked handset somewhere with traffic grinding behind him.
The first replies came back dirty and overlapping.
"Mira Sol, South Ward, not custody."
"Jalen Price, not custody."
"Tov Ren, not taking anybody, I am staying exactly where I am, repeat that, you idiots."
