Vault 95 Novels & Stories

“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.

After alighting to open the door for Frost, Leo took a step towards the hotel before hearing his boss calling out. "Did you remember to take care of the emendations in the contract? Asked Frost. Leo gave a nod and they proceeded to the reception area. Even before inquiring, the receptionist, in a light red blazer and matching pleated skirt, went forward and, with a slight bow, asked if they were there to see Mr. Vanross. Leo affirmed, and the receptionist led them towards the special elevator that would take them up to the rooftop where Mr. Vanross, popularly known as Mr. V, was waiting for them.

Steel walkways stretched across dark lower levels filled with machinery and servers. Red warning lights flashed endlessly across concrete walls. Far below— a giant circular vault door stood partially open. Sector Nine. Daniel stared downward in disbelief. “…That is absolutely a supervillain base.” Even Elias didn’t argue this time. Lyra pointed toward the lower level. “The archive core is behind that vault.” Oliver studied the structure carefully. Security routes. Camera positions. Possible traps. Then suddenly— his expression changed sharply. “What?” Ariana followed his gaze downward. And froze.

The edges were crinkled, stained with what looked like old coffee. Item 44ER4 to remain in high-security vault under Alejandro’s guard. The words were a jolt to his system. 44ER4. It was a code, but the weight of it felt like the Romanov stone. Victor glanced at Alejandro. The Alpha was still deep in conversation with his assistant. Victor slid his phone out, keeping it low against his thigh. Click. One shot. Click. Another. "Victor." Victor’s heart slammed against his ribs. He shoved the phone into his pocket, looking up with a mask of bored indifference. Alejandro was staring at him now, his expression tight, fingers flying across a tablet.

To pull out a gun and force him to sign. But he doesn't. Instead, his cell phone suddenly vibrates violently in his pocket. He pulls it out, his eyes scanning the screen. The encrypted notification is flashing red. I can see the words from where I'm standing. CRITICAL BREACH. VAULT 01 TOTAL DRAIN. Vane's hand immediately drops to the grip of his weapon. His eyes shift around the quiet library, scanning the shadows like he's expecting an ambush.

“I am protecting you because your survival benefits my war.” His words should have hurt, but instead they grounded me. I did not want pity. I wanted purpose. “What do you need from me?” I asked. He studied me for a long moment, as if weighing what I was truly capable of. “There is a vault,” he said finally. “Owned by Vaughn Industries. It is located beneath their abandoned research facility on Riverlane Street. Your father used it for storing confidential documents and prototypes. I believe the rest of the evidence we need is inside it.”

"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.*

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Ralph asks while he also rummages his backpack, trying to find something to open it. "Hmm...Let see." Renee uses her compact powder and blows it to the keypad on the vault door. In a second, there's a trace of a fingerprint start to form on it. Ralph takes the notes of the number and starts to decipher it. After a minute, he says, "Try 229670." Renee pushes the button as Ralph instructed. Click! She looks at him with disbelief. "Seriously?" "I know you must be proud because your boyfriend is a genius, right?" He lifts up his eyebrow and touches his nose a bit—acting arrogant.