Gentlemen, I want you to meet Valerie Martin. Back in the halcyon days of the War on Terror, she was perhaps the best opener that the Central Intelligence Agency ever employed. There wasn't a door, safe, bottle or can she couldn't break into. She was the opener's opener. The Locksmith extraordinaire. Today, she's a washed up washout without the tiniest bit of ambition or humor. But somehow, Valerie has come into the possession of a small white keycard that opens a hidden door. A door which conceals a lost.

and world-ending secret. Think on that, my friends. Hidden in the palm of her hand, a two-by-three inch rectangle of plastic which contains the fate of an entire planet. Say hello, Val.