"I've turned off my pain receptors," Azrael said. "Still, it will be difficult. How far is it to the nearest service corridor?"

Theresa reconnected to the dispatch computer, and examined its maps. "About a tenth of a mile," she said. She crawled onto his shoulder. "Now will you tell me why you can't manipulate?" she asked. Azrael remained silent. "I'll leave."

"Not in a dark, filthy tunnel full of rats, you won't," he said. "First we need to get to that maintenance ...