Vault 81 Novels & Stories

With that, Eric hung up. “What was that all about?” Jesse Scott asked. He was the second member of the V Control LLC team. “They want us to go into the prison and secure a computer terminal.” “What was that I heard about blowing up the prison?” “He said someone accessed a computer terminal in the maintenance department. And that terminal has access to a self-destruct mechanism.” “Why the fuck would they install a self-destruct mechanism in a prison?” Jesse asked. “I suppose in case the vampires ever took over.”

Not with her beside him. Suddenly the chamber flared white. Carson pulled Justina into his arms instinctively as bright codes streamed across the walls like falling stars. “Carson—something’s happening—” she whispered. “I see it,” he murmured, holding her tighter. The projections merged into a single blinking message: ACCESS GRANTED — VAULT 0 Justina’s eyes widened. “Vault Zero? Carson, there’s another vault?” Carson inhaled sharply, a cold sharpness entering his gaze.

“Encrypted accounts. Biometrically sealed. Guarded by mercenaries that don’t know who they’re working for.” “Not for long,” Bain said, nodding to the earpiece. “On my mark.” Inside, the main elevator opened with a ding. A woman in a red coat—one of Vulture’s plants—stepped out, heels clicking sharply. Two guards turned to stop her. She smiled. And slit their throats in a heartbeat. Bain and Vulture moved in seconds later, their team sweeping through the vault with suppressors and thermite. Security cameras crackled and shorted as Vulture tapped into their system.

“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.

“What do you remember?” The girl pointed ahead. “There was a humming sound. Like machines. And a voice that always said my number when the lights turned red.” Mira’s blood chilled. They crept forward until the trees opened to reveal a rusted vented dome half-buried in earth and moss. Ivy twisted over reinforced steel. A keypad blinked red at the base. Ash swore. “That’s it. Vault Three.” Mira reached for Echo’s hand. “Ready?” But before the girl could answer, the ground beneath them quaked.

The screen flashed red once, then blinked green. He descended six levels. The air changed. Sterile. Pressurized. The vault corridor looked like something out of a sci-fi prison. White lights. Steel doors. Retinal scanners. Silent as death. He found Vault 713—the one marked with the sigil Leandro had drawn in blood. He placed the chip Amara had smuggled in her bracelet into the reader. Click. The door hissed open. Inside? A single black case. He picked it up. And that’s when he heard the footsteps.

Jévon Ward. Oh, we were going to have fucking words the next time I saw him. If he thought, I was just some cheap hump-and-dump he had another thing comin— WOAH! "So, uh, we're here?" There was an impressive collection of security deposits with a large vault door bigger than a hill giant smack dab in the middle. The room was lit with torches as opposed to the electrical lights in the rest of the building. The air musty quality of the air, plus the limestone stalactites dripping down from the roof, made this feel less like a vault and more like some vampire's cave tomb. "It should be in box bHX40030. Just uh give me a moment to get up there."

The central display flickered before a map of the tower appeared. Every floor lit up green. Secure. Operational. Until one section began blinking red. Deep underground. Vale leaned closer, squinting at the label. “Sublevel Eight?” Her heart skipped. Lab Theta. Vale looked at her sharply. “You said that place was empty.” She didn’t respond. Because she was already staring at Adrian’s data stream. “Movement detected,” Adrian said. “How many?” she asked. “Three.” Three. The number felt heavier than it should have.

She looked back at me as i reluctantly came down, marching along the line of containers, with nothing to follow but the numbers on. "91" Her lips echoed the numbers she saw, while her hands teased around them. For an organized storage, the numbers were not arranged numerically such that, 124 was the next after storage room, 91. And i wandered, what was really the point of this, it felt almost the police should raid all of it, i mean, someone could be keeping a corpse inside of i- "136" She called, halting as she searched for where to insert the key. "Shit, where now?"

"The red square just sent a code. It's a armored SUV, Victor. Its registered to the Vanguard Directorate, a security firm, from Switzerland." I felt the room spinning. *Switzerland.* That's where Michael Vales secret account was. The dark red square turned sharply to the left. The blue dot stopped moving. A loud siren filled the room. *ALERT: VEHICLE INTERCEPT DETECTED. SATELLITE CONNECTION LOST. LIVE GRID LOSS IN FIVE SECONDS.*