He swiveled around in his chair. "What else could we do? We had to get back here. There were at least two groups trying to take Serrin out back in Azania, maybe more. He wouldn’t go without you. If we’d tried to use your fake IDs to get you into New York, they’d have had you on a rustbucket straight back to Azania the instant we arrived in Manhattan. And we didn’t have time to get a passport officially."