"Not all the way." Sly felt cold, numb. She clenched her hands into fists in her lap to stop them from shaking. "I need you to run cover for me, T.S., that’s all. I’ll do the main penetration. I just ..." She stopped for a moment, struggling to keep her voice calm and reasonable. "I just need an escort," she went on, "somebody to watch my back. I don’t think I can do this alone." Smeland was staring at her, hard. "I’m surprised you can contemplate even doing it at all," she said honestly. So am I, thought Sly. "Will you help me, T.S.?"