Foster and his cronies find themselves as participants in an alien experiment. - - - ""The weapon will fall upon cities / Unless theives deliver humanity from woe / The enemy of triumph is intellect / For faculties failure requires sence anew"". I spent my early years in a top-notch thief crew, so this Nostradamus quatrain peaked my interest. But touching base with my past quickly collided with my present. Suddenly, I was back in the game, working as a break-and-enter man for a score going down in Silicon Valley. And the people I worked with were no strangers. Harley Daniels, more than an old friend, a statuesque blonde with brains to spare a€“ she finds the scores and makes sure they get set up right. Ritchie Black, a wild boy who happens to be the best alarm-bypass man around a€“ it always felt good to have Ritchie by my side on a job. And then there was Dex a€“ the taskmaster of the unit a€“ took ""Crew Chief"" as his title. Dex had a special love for giving orders a€“ he kept us on track. Thin