Twenty Seven Days
Xavier whispered, his voice losing its clinical edge, the red dot of his rifle sight shaking for a fraction of a second.
"The moment the hardware lag at the gatehouse terminal hits zero, the charge triggers," Arthur said, his voice dropping into that smooth, grandfatherly tone that made Scarlett’s stomach turn. "It won't breach the vault door, Xavier. It doesn't need to. The heat from a thermite reaction against a reinforced steel plate in a sealed space creates a vacuum. It’ll cook the oxygen out of that room in less than ninety seconds. Your brother will sleep, and then he will simply stop breathing."
Arthur set the tablet down on the stone plinth, his hands coming together in front of h
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