"Willingly?" Twitch asked. "You mean, if we paid 'em to let us in?" He fidgeted with his bag a little, made more anxious thinking about how stowing away in a transport vehicle would go. There was the psy-scan, the spotlight robots, the big guns, a pair of lion-goat-snake things, and then whatever the hell was inside the centre of the complex. Frankly, he'd rather they didn't have to deal with any of them. "I mean, the wall's only 12 feet, I could fly over that, you could-"

The macaw froze up and his eyes widened, realizing what he had just said. "Oh, no," he began, turning to the others, "No, no, no, no, no, I'm not doing that." True, his small stature and flight may have been enough for him to get past the defenses on his own. But then if he was noticed, the spotlights, robots, guns and lion-goat-snakes would all be aimed squarely at him. And then he would have to contend with dodging bullets and bites as well. Call him nervy, but being shot at or eaten wasn't his cup of tea.