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“Ah…” Officer Gerent’s face tightens in confusion and he stares down at his cliptop, as if searching for something. “Um…”

Reynolds rolls his eyes at Hampton and lets out an audible breath of frustration.

Hampton gives a small sigh, then turns to me. “Sir, Officer Gerent has a warrant for us to search your premises in response to an aggressive technology infraction identified this evening, and determined to originate within your local network.”

“Yes,” Gerent says, looking flustered and lifitng his cliptop to face me. “I have the warrant.” The text is illegible at this distance and he doesn’t make a move forward, but the Interpol seal is clear enough.

Reynolds snorts.