The troops shoved Pampaa into the War Room. Low-ranking agents busily worked at several rows of terminals, communicating in hushed voices. Under low lighting, the over-furnished, claustrophobic room felt like the interior of a submarine.

A towering holograph displayed the egg crate apartments in miniature.

Little white dots indicated all the residents. A dozen blue dots presumably indicated the constables on site. Green dots swarmed in. Military assets. A ton of ...