"Sometimes things just go south and there isnt a damn thing you can do about it. Gideon "Eagle" Carpenter eased his body back slowly until he was entirely prone, linked his fingers behind his head and stared up at the stars. This was San Francisco. Viewing stars wasn't always easy because fog liked to creep in at night, at least where he was located. He was on the roof of the four-story, wedged shaped original warehouse made of red bricks that rose...