“What we’re doing is considered theft,” said Dawes. “We have no reason to think hell will give up a soul easily.” Tripp gave another nervous laugh. “Like a hell heist.” “Well…” Dawes mused. “Yes, that’s accurate.” “If it’s a heist, we should all have jobs,” said Tripp. “The thief, the hacker, the spy.” “Your job is to survive,” Turner bit out. “And to make sure you don’t do anything stupid that gets the rest of us killed.”
