“Are you ready?” Clara asked, handing Randal his own thermal body stocking and flexible climbing shoes, pulling her hood back up and checking the hall.

Randal sat up, his body still aches and pains but doing better. He wanted to go before the nanaline wore off. “I’m ready,” he said, pulling on the clothes and smearing black makeup over his eyes. She didn’t have contacts for him, but otherwise they were dressed identically.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” she asked him, concern in her voice and handing him one of her short swords in a sheath and a knife.