Ever feel like you're a lobster, about to be dropped in a pot of hot water? That's me. Right now. Alert level ten. Code red. DEFCON 1. I'm stuck here at SIG headquarters in New York City. The Director's breathing down my neck, his creepy new sidekick is looking at me like I'm a magical lollypop he'd like to lick, and I haven't even seen the secret records room on level two. Every spidey-sense I have is telling me...