It was a chilling sentiment. War has already found you. Chilton shot Revan a sideways glance, as if on the precipice of inquiring: how often as war, then found you? But he restrained himself; it was inappropriate to bring up, right now, in this setting. If ever he could persuade his company into his office, however, and onto his mint blue sedan...

Well.

Chilton had the feeling that Revan possessed a lot of interesting experience.

"What about infiltration?" He asked, feeling somewhat insecure. Chilton himself was Registered, after all, and while he didn't trust anything authority that wasn't his own, he still found it easier to capitulate to the system. To work with the system. And every day, every hour, he was scanning for opportunity.

"People, imPorts, who Register. Who get as close to the workings as possible -- a useful gathering of information."