Vault 95 Novels & Stories

Vault is located in his penthouse apartment, secured by the Klausner-12 security system, renowned as impenetrable. [Time Limit: 24 Hours.] [Reward: One Key of Passage.] Jack glanced at the ethereal scroll, then back at the old man. A heist. A pointless, time-wasting game designed to test the skills of common assassins and thieves. It was a test for servants, not for masters. A new, invisible timer started in his mind—the 24-hour limit on the task. It was a distraction, an attempt to put him on their clock, to make him play by their rules.

Across from me sat Vane and a panel of three other regional governors. ​"Node 09 in the Appalachians is still unresponsive, Nora," Vane said, tapping a red icon on the table. "The local population is starving. We need the hydroponic vaults open by the weekend." ​"The biometric lock on 09 requires a three-stage sequence," I said, my voice weary. "I’ve given your teams the first two. I will provide the third once I have confirmation that the Echoes have been moved to the island sanctuary we discussed."

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.

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.

he said "Next question. What's the code for the weapon vault?" Easy! Whip-cream, girls and money....955. Count the letters in the word! Only Geovanni would think of putting such a code! "You think they'd tell me something like that if they don't tell me about the lab?" I asked fiercely He stiffened a little. Keep going Royalty! "Point taken." he said "They own a club and we've been trying to find them. Which club is it?" Eeeassssyyyy! Aquaria Club Galaxy!

THE BRADDOCK EXPERIMENT CT9 What's this? I clicked it and waited. I quickly scrolled through, getting the shocking revelation. All the Braddock killed and the one going to be killed were clones, freakin' clones. The original Braddock had his face changed to Ted's years ago. He had been here, sending his clones out to handle his dirty jobs. He had about fifty-five more clones in an underwater facility in Alaska. He would have made more, but there were risks. CT9 stood for Clone Trial 9, they had eight failed tries and nine was the successful one. I copied the document to the drive and copied other important documents. I drummed my fingers as I waited and contemplate on whether I would let him

I said, standing up and brushing off my dress. ‎ ‎We turned to the Vault door. ‎ ‎It was huge. Twelve feet high. No handle. No keypad. Just a smooth, silver surface with a single, needle-thin indentation in the center. ‎ ‎"Jinx," Kaelen said. "Lasers?" ‎ ‎"Cut," Jinx reported. "You have three minutes before the backup generator resets the grid." ‎ ‎"Celeste," Kaelen said, stepping back. "You're up." ‎

“Carry on.” Kaiden just kept talking, the words flying out faster now, as if he couldn’t stop himself. "There are routes, the main one runs through the I-95 corridor from Miami. The police assigned to that area are loyal and bribed from the weigh stations in Delaware and Maryland. The backup comes through Atlanta in case there’s heat. And the contacts, I only know one. A guy named Viktor in Brighton Beach is in charge of distributing. Raul Mendez is on the supply side and has personal contact with Jonathan every first Monday at that strip club at 8th Street, the Crimson Veil. The schedules... next major shipment is Friday night, midnight. Fifty keys uncut."

​Three elite enforcers were neutralized in less than eight seconds. ​As the dense fog began to clear, Vivian stepped through the threshold, her sidearm leveled toward the center of the primary vault room. ​The heavy vault doors had been burned completely open. Standing inside the chamber, holding a sleek, locked silver briefcase containing the pristine vials of the raw chemical compounds, was Commander Vane.