The other members of the team were already in the cold water. Wheeler was jacked into the sled, the datacord for the machine’s on-board computer plugged into his temple. The packs all had buoyancy bladders to keep them from floating or sinking, and Archangel was lashing the last one to the undersea sled. She’d already changed into the black thermal wetsuit Skater had packed for her against the chance that she might change her mind.