"Someone is going to start hearing alarm bells if I set my frames to doing everything. And what if it turned out to be the person we’re looking for? We don’t want him to find us first." Michael sliced a finger across his throat, melodramatically but not without some impact. "Sorry, chummers. What feels right may not be the smartest thing to do." He didn’t wait for a rejoinder, but slotted his key card into the door and vanished into his room.