Vault 112 Novels & Stories

Urrale's, The White Tiger, and Shaid: Continued A few blocks away from the Sterling bluiding: Next Me, Montego and Hunter will secure and assist the girls with getting inside the building. Charm said that the documents that we need will be on a hard drive on the top floor in something that looks like a bank vault. You will have to d******d the information to a thumb drive. Now the vault has several sercurity protocols that Lucky will have to access. According to Charms there is a passcode, a secondary passcode, eye scan, fingerprint scan, blood sample, and a synchronized keypad. So, we will have to make sure the entire building is secure in order to give them the time needed to get into the

finally felt the cold, unyielding hand of the new sovereign wrapped tightly around her throat. "Four... eight... zero... nine..." Isabella whispered, her voice cracking and breaking into pathetic sobs. Lolita nodded to Brent. He entered the code with a vicious, triumphant strike of the enter key. On the floor below us, a heavy, hydraulic groan echoed through the foundation of the villa. The vault was open. Vane’s darkest secrets finally belonged to us. "Good girl," Lolita murmured. A slow, magnificent smile spread across her face as she claimed the board, and a hot shiver of pure worship traced its way down my spine.

“I just need the world to believe I can.” He opened the door and nodded for me to move. I limped forward, body stiff but upright. Every step sent white heat up my leg, but I forced myself to stay ahead of him. The hallway curved into a larger chamber—one I recognized from the old schematics. This was the heart of Site Eleven. The Vault. A monolithic structure of reinforced titanium and quantum lock-seals stood at the center of the room, draped in layers of dust and old warnings. Danger, lethal Biocontainment, authorized Personnel Only.

The server rack let out a long, dying wheeze and went silent. The room was plunged into total darkness. I didn't move. I could hear Jade’s ragged breathing in the dark. The smell of burnt electronics was thick in the air. "Jade?" I asked, my voice low. "I got them," she whispered. She sounded exhausted, drained of every ounce of energy. "The Cavallo accounts are safe. I moved them to the shadow-ledger before the wipe hit the main server. But the house... the house is blind, Enzo. The security cameras, the electronic locks, the biometric gates... they're all dead."

I cried out. He reached us just as another wave of gunfire erupted. Damien pulled me down behind a low concrete barrier. Reyes collapsed beside me, his breathing ragged and wet. Blood bubbled at the corner of his mouth. He looked at me with surprising clarity, as if he had been waiting for this moment. “Take this,” he gasped, pressing something cold and hard into my hand. A keycard. Thin, black, with a small silver strip. “Vault… beneath Manhattan. Old subway station. Code is your wedding date. Victor’s real secrets are there. Everything.”

Chapter 66: The Iron Vault The early morning air inside the Brooklyn vault was very still. It had a metallic smell like cold steel and machine oil. Elena walked along a row of storage bays that went all the way to the ceiling. Her footsteps echoed softly off the concrete. On her tablet she saw a list of verified data packets for the Nora Vale Imprint. Every line of writing, every historical record and every piece of code they had built over the years was now safely copied onto physical plates.

Before Victor could answer, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, and the color drained from his face. “What is it?” Ethan asked. Victor looked up. “Our safe deposit box in Zurich.” “We had another one?” Amelia asked. Victor shook his head. “Not yours.” “Daniel’s contingency vault.” Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “I thought it was destroyed.” “So did I.” Victor turned the phone so everyone could see the message. Vault accessed 08:14 CET. Authorized user: Jonathan Hale. “He found it,” Victor whispered.

"No. We finish this." "Isla—" "He's been one step ahead because I didn't know who he was. Now I do." I return to the laptop. Resume the breach sequence. My fingers fly. Walsh types. YOU CAN'T WIN THIS. I ALREADY HAVE. The payload executes. The code cascades green. The firewall cracks. Access granted. Sub-vault terminal. I'm in. I pull up the Registry. The same screen we saw in the vault. BLACK SWAN REGISTRY TOTAL ENTRIES: 412

The next day, James returned with details. “The vault is in a private estate Jacob owns outside of the city. He calls it a retreat but it’s more like a fortress. Guards work in shifts and each room is monitored. The vault is below the main study and has biometric access. Fingerprints. Retinal scan. Voice recognition. He uses all three. “Impossible”....I laughed. James smirked. “It isn’t impossible. Very difficult. But I know how to deal with it. We’ll need disguises, timing, and nerves of steel.”