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switch for a big
toy.
    He turned the switch and felt power surge into the
control cabin. The computer lit up with a graphic of a barking dog as the
warm-up program spun into life. Alex eased himself into the operator's
chair. There were still twenty or thirty men on the site. Looking down between
his knees, he saw them moving silently far below. Nobody had noticed that
anything was wrong. But still he knew he had to move fast.
    He pressed the green button on the right-hand
control--green for go--then touched his fingers against the joystick
and pushed. Nothing happened! Alex frowned. Maybe it was going to be more
complicated than he'd thought. What had he missed? He rested his hands on
the joysticks, looking left and right for another control. His right hand moved
slightly and suddenly the hook soared up from the ground. It was working!
    Unknown to Alex, heat sensors concealed inside the
handles of the joysticks had read his body temperature and activated the crane.
All modern cranes have the same security system built into them, in case the
operator has a heart attack and dies. There can be no accidents. Body heat is
needed to make the crane work.
    And luckily for him, this crane was a Liebherr 154
EC-H, one of the most modern in the world. The Liebherr is incredibly easy to
use, and also remarkably accurate. Even sitting so high above the ground, the
operator can pick up a tea bag and drop it into a small china pot. Now Alex
pushed sideways with his left hand and gasped as the crane swung around. In front
of him he could see the jib stretching out, swinging high over the rooftops of
London. The more he Alex settled himself in the chair and pulled back,
wondering what would happen next.

    Inside the boat, Skoda was opening a bottle of gin. He'd
had a good day, selling more than a hundred and fifty dollars' worth of
merchandise to the kids at his old school. And the best thing was, they'd
all be back for more. Soon, he'd sell them the stuff only if they
promised to introduce it to their friends. Then the friends would become
customers too. It was the easiest market in the world. He'd gotten them
hooked. They were his to do with as he liked.
    The fair-haired man working with him was named
Beckett. The two had met in prison and decided to go into business together
when they got out. The boat had been Beckett's idea. There was no real
kitchen and no toilet, and it was freezing in winter ... but it worked. It
even amused them to be so close to a police station. Sometimes they enjoyed
watching the police cars or boats going past. Of course, the pigs would never
think of looking for criminals right on their own doorstep.
    Suddenly Beckett swore. "What the...?"
    "What is it?" Skoda looked up.
    "The cup..."
    Skoda watched as a cup of coffee, which had been
sitting on a shelf, began to move. It slid sideways, then fell off with a
clatter, spilling cold coffee on the gray rag that they called a carpet. Skoda
was confused. The cup seemed to have moved on its own. Nothing had touched it.
He giggled. "How did you do that?" he asked.
    "I didn't."
    "Then..."
    The fair-haired man was the first to realize what was
happening--but even he couldn't guess the truth. "We're
sinking!" he shouted.
    He scrabbled for the door. Now Skoda felt it for
himself. The floor was tilting. Test tubes and beakers slid into each other,
then crashed to the floor, glass shattering. He swore and followed
Beckett--uphill now. With every second that passed, the gradient grew
steeper. But the strange thing was that the barge didn't seem to be
sinking at all. On the contrary, the front of it seemed to be rising out of the
water.
    "What's going on?" Skoda yelled.
    "The door's jammed!" Beckett had
managed to open it an inch, but the wire on the other side was holding it firm.
"Check the other door!"
    But the second door was now high above them. More
bottles rolled off the table and smashed. In the kitchen, dirty plates and mugs
slid into each other, pieces flying. With