My buddies start pulling on their ski masks and checking their submachine guns.
"Brace yourselves!" the driver yells, and we smash through the high fence protecting the USDA's National Stone Fruit Reserve Facility, the "Fort Knox of Plums".
"Do you think we're taking this bit too far?" I ask, but my buddy smacks me in the shoulder.
"There's no time for cold feet now! You need to stay focused on the cold sweets we're about to steal from Uncle Sam's own icebox."