I did a quick scan of the map I’d uploaded to my memory. The staircase behind us led back to the first-aid rooms, but that meant dealing with the Azzie security guards below—who probably knew who we were, since they had radioed Vargas that I was on the way up. And we had no guarantee that a MedíCarro emergency vehicle would be there for us to use. The landing pad on the roof of the temple—and the private VTOL that Vargas had chartered—seemed the better option.