The warrant officer glared at him, a tic jumping in their forehead. “Show me these regulations.” “Of course. Let me just—here we are—” This time, the text that filled the wall was ant-sized. Page after page of laws and codes crammed in, highlighted here and there in blue. Tennal hadn’t read half of them—he only ever learned enough about any one field to be dangerous—but he was fairly sure they backed him up. “So that seems clear,” Tennal said blandly.
