Sometimes, your job sucked. Times like this. Times when you wade knee deep through the gray waters of a large sewage system, searching for a briefcase that had been chucked down a drain.

The water had gone over the top of your boots, filling them and weighing them down, and you tried not to think about what exactly your feet were soaking in.

"It's not here," grumbled Keegan from just ahead. "Take that left..."