Shaking his head, Krycek dropped into the desk chair. In truth, he couldn't not think about the possibility. He wasn't a hero; he only held back because he wasn't used to anyone wanting in, not because of a misquided theory that no one would get hurt but himself if he pushed them all away. Jake was clever and stubborn - if he didn't find a way to go along now, he might later, and it might not go as well.

He stared at the computer screen, still showing what he'd been looking at: a map of Virginia, highlighted along the path to DC.