Novel & Cerita Vault 81

It was a card with gold-embossed lettering: The Thorne-Vance Gala for Global Security. "Caspian," I whispered. "He carries the biometric keycard for the 'Vault' access. If I can get close enough to clone it, we can shut the whole system down from the inside before the test run even starts." The transition was a collision of worlds. While Jax and Viper worked the tech, the Ravaged Pack was struggling with the "civilization" of the Heights. I walked into the kitchen to find three of Torin’s fiercest hunters staring at a touch-screen refrigerator as if it were an alien artifact. One of them had accidentally triggered the sparkling water dispenser and was currently snarling at the carbonated his

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.

“How do we stop it?” “You don’t,” Monica replied. “I do.” She turned to Chase. “You need someone who knows the access code. Victor randomised it through a cipher. It’s based on a password only I know.” A beat passed. Then Chase nodded once. “Gear her up. We’re going now.” 15 Minutes Left… Two SUVs screamed through the Brooklyn back roads. Caleb drove the lead vehicle with Monica beside him, Chase in the second one. Brooklyn Network Tower loomed like a concrete tomb — abandoned, forgotten… but humming with hidden life.

“We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves too much. Sneaking in at five in the morning draws attention. We also don’t want to risk detention.” Looking at the time which reads exactly 9 pm, she opens the door and leads me past the guard who is sleeping deeply. We tiptoe down the stairs and sneak past the ground-floor guard, meeting the rest outside the back door. “Took you guys long enough.” Levi finally says looking at Veronica who walked out the door first. “You don’t rush perfection.” I flip my hair back and he immediately looks away from me. What’s up with him? “Okay, I’ve called two ubers and they should be outside in ten minutes?” Caleb says.

he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate." "Ever the diplomat, Alpha Sylvain," Lilith quipped, shooting him a bright smile. "Nice to see you, too, Lilith," he called over his shoulder but his warm smile never wavered. Victor's gaze grew distant when he spoke, head shaking slowly with scrunched eyebrows, "If she's away and they get to her and I'm not there to protect her. If I can't get to her and something happens..." With every word uttered, his hand tightened around mine, "No. No, she stays."

"You touch her and I'll kill you. I'll rip your throat out with my teeth!" "Hard to do that when I'm pulling them out one by one," Vane whispered. He leaned over, his breath smelling of stale coffee and tobacco. "But first, I want to know about the vault. The real one. The one your precinct seized from the docks." "I don't know anything about a vault." Vane sighed, sounding genuinely disappointed. He signaled to a guard who brought over a heavy car battery and a set of jumper cables. "Let's see if we can't jumpstart your memory," Vane said, his eyes gleaming.

The eightieth floor has been completely severed from the Vanguard Tactical Command Center. [Communication vectors: Jammed.] [Elevator access: Disabled.] Chloe slammed her hand against the mahogany panel. The hydraulic mechanism hissed, smoothly sliding the heavy wood back into place and sealing the offline ledger safely inside the wall. She could not let Liam know what she had found. The knowledge that Julian was her silent guardian was a weapon she would protect with her life. She turned away from the wall and sprinted toward the heavy oak doors of the bedroom. "System," Chloe commanded in her mind, her thoughts sharp and crystalline with adrenaline. "Tap into the localized security cameras

A sealed section folded into the back. He opened it. Read silently. Then looked at her in disbelief. Ariana grabbed it from him. And read aloud: **If Victor Hale cannot secure Isabella, Roman Vale must be contacted. He knows where the second vault is buried.** Ariana looked up slowly. “The second vault?” Victor’s voice turned hard. “I didn’t know this existed.” “Are you lying again?” “No.” Before she could answer— A gunshot exploded downstairs. Then another. A guard screamed.

"Valerius, you take a strike force through the main entrance. Hit them hard, hit them fast. Draw as much attention as possible." "A diversion." "A big one. Haley, can you access their security systems?" "Already inside. Their digital security is laughably outdated—they're still running protocols from 1987." She grinned. "I can loop cameras, disable alerts, and generally make their lives miserable." "Do it. Katherine, you're with me and Marcus. We go in through the service tunnels—maintenance access that predates the vampire occupation." Jack traced a path on the map. "While Valerius keeps them busy, we punch through to the Vault, grab what we need, and get out."

Bright LED lighting illuminated steel hallways, glass offices, and secured vaults filled with servers. “This place is a data vault,” Ava whispered. Lucia responded, “Exactly. Voss built it to store everything they never wanted exposed — client lists, bribery records, financials, trafficking routes.” Dominic scanned the long hall ahead. “Where’s the master archive?” Lucia’s voice sharpened. “North wing. Sublevel three. But expect heavier resistance inside.” As they crept forward, their path was interrupted by a sudden noise — the soft click of boots echoing down the corridor.