Vault 95 Novels & Stories

“I’m going to win. But I’m not going to let him kill you yet. You’re too valuable to me as a corpse.” I called Victor on the secure line. “Prepare the Vault. Not the office vault. The hyper-secured site in the Catskills. The one with the independent air supply and the lead shielding. I’m bringing a guest.” “She’s staying there until I say otherwise. No outside comms. No Julian Vance. Just my security.”

Instead the pallets were loaded with rows of climate-controlled steel cases each one stamped with the Vane family crest. The haired courier stepped forward bowing his head as he gave the brass lockbox to Julian. "Chairman, " the courier said in a raspy voice. "The final instruction has been carried out. The Manhattan vault has been. Demolished. These are the ledgers of the house. No copies exist." Elena stepped closer, touching the cold steel edge of the case. A low chime came from her pocket terminal—the VALE_09 system was reacting to a hidden frequency in the vault's locking mechanisms.