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He did not lower the gun. "Good girl," he said. "Now. Give me the code." "Let her go first," I said. I was five feet away. I could smell the wet leather of his coat. I could see the pain in his eyes. He was hurt bad from the shot I gave him in the office. "The code first," Lucas said. "It is BeautifulRegret1998," I said. I did not hesitate. "That is the bypass key. It unlocks the transit vault." Lucas stared at me. He was trying to see if I was lying.

Jeremiah stared at the glowing screen, every line of code flashing like a personal insult. He didn’t even blink. The longer he watched, the more the walls of the study seemed to close in. The system was being breached again. No matter how many patches they ran, no matter how many firewalls the London team threw up. His fingers darted across the keyboard, his knuckles tight, eyes scanning the rapidly moving logs. “Unauthorized access to Vault 7. User: UNKNOWN. Location: encrypted.”

Gabrielle nodded, pocketed the key, and left. The old district was quieter. Narrower streets. Fewer eyes. She found the building easily—it looked abandoned, but the lock on the door was new. She used the key. Inside, the air was cold and smelled of dust and metal. A single lantern flickered in the corner. Vaults lined the walls, numbered in faded paint. She found Vault 7. The key fit. Inside was a box. Wooden. Locked with a second key already in place. She opened it. Inside were letters. Dozens. All addressed to Julian Virelli. Some were signed by her father. Others by names she didn’t recognize.

“You’re lucky I love you enough to break into the kind of server farm that could buy and sell my soul.” A faint arrow flickers into Ava’s vision as her HUD boots up—thin blue overlay, painting the building’s underbelly in ghost lines and data. > Axiom – Sublevel 3: Unauthorized activity detected > Node origin: Encrypted auction server > Lot of interest: 17 “Lot Seventeen,” Ava says. “Still there?” “Still there,” Cass confirms. “Still labeled ‘development portfolio.’ Still allegedly loaded with contracts, bribes, and offshore accounts from half the real-estate cartel.”

“You and Wes aren’t the only ones who can have adult jobs.” “Right. But we are the only ones who know the details on the Batmobile. I wish I could show you the new developments.” Quinn bites her lip like she’s thinking. “Well, maybe I can. I have a few seconds of footage I recorded on my phone. We have cell-scramblers all over the place, but I know the codes to get around it. Still, the footage is a little fuzzy.” Quinn gets her phone from her purse. “I don’t know…I really shouldn’t.”

Waiting for the end. Whirrrr. A soft, mechanical hum filled the silence. The screen flickered. The red error message vanished. SCANNING... FINGERPRINT MATCHED. IDENTITY CONFIRMED: ELARA VANCE. The screen flashed a brilliant, beautiful green. ACCESS GRANTED. The vault opened. I gasped, stumbling back into the chair as the monitor flooded with data. Rows and rows of numbers cascaded down the screen—bank accounts in Zurich, property deeds in Tokyo, gold reserves in London, and massive, liquid cash holding accounts.

"For three decades, you have hunted for the Helios Code. The secret to the perfect soldier. The key to immortality." He held up a small black hard drive (copied from the Rolling Pin). "I have it." "And I am bored with it." The chat rooms on the Dark Web exploded. Is this real? Sterling has the Key? Kill him! Take it! "I am putting it up for auction," Sebastian continued. "But I don't want your money. I have enough money." "The currency for this auction is... chaos." He leaned closer to the lens. "The auction will be held tomorrow night. At the headquarters of Vance Capital in New York City." "The Key is inside Victoria Vance's personal safe." "Whoever gets to it first... keeps it."

“Here. You’re gonna fry your brain.” Emma took it gratefully, but didn’t look away from the screen. “I’m on step six,” she said flatly. “Almost at seven again.” Jeremy leaned over her shoulder, his brow furrowed. The system before them was Donovan Corp’s encrypted vault—seven levels of military-grade authentication, each one nastier than the last. They’d been working on this for three weeks straight. And still hadn’t cracked it. “Step seven is the problem,” Emma muttered. “The QR code changes every ten seconds. Even with the mirror scanner running, it’s practically a moving target.”

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Just the Valenex and the emergency pill alone were worth at least 120 points. The combat suit didn't have a price tag, but Hayley had seen that revolver listed on the weapons page before—something over 5,000 points, if she wasn't mistaken. This was huge! Hayley tucked the revolver at her waist, stored the combat gear set in her inventory to check out later, and swept through the villa's basement one more time. She found plenty of valuables down there. An entire cabinet full of expensive wine, a safe loaded with gold bars and jewelry, plus one motorcycle and two sports cars, with the keys still hanging on the hooks.