Vault 95 Novels & Stories

She approached the grave with a soft, almost tender smile that made everyone's skin crawl. "See? I brought back everything that belongs to you. None of it is left for anyone else." Under the horrified stares of the crowd, she carefully placed the bloody kidneys Anna had taken from me into the urn. When the police rushed in with guns raised, they froze in disbelief. I turned to Mom. She raised her head, laughed, and pointed into the air. "Look, Jenna has returned." I let out a soft, long sigh, as if I had finally released the last thread of attachment.

Margaret was watching. Jonathan spoke low. “She wants confrontation.” Maxwell didn’t answer. Level five. The original vault chamber. Thick reinforced doors. Jonathan paused. “This is where my access ends.” Maxwell stepped forward. “This is where mine begins.” He placed his hand on the biometric panel. For a fraction of a second— Nothing. Then— Access granted. The doors opened. Margaret stood in the center of the vault. Aria’s bassinet beside her. Two private security operatives flanked the room.

Now, I was dissecting that very world. ​"The Vault is guarded by a triple-layer biometric lock," I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "Julian Vane told my mother once that even a nuclear strike wouldn't open those doors without his specific thumbprint and a retinal scan. It's designed to be a tomb for anyone who isn't him."

Chapter 14: The Fall of the Bloodline "Where the hell is it?" Abram’s roar shook the soundproof glass of the Vault. A heavy crystal decanter smashed against the far wall, showering the mahogany floor with glass shards and expensive scotch. The air in the office was thick with the scent of ozone and raw, unhinged Alpha pheromones. The monitors on the wall were a blur of red alerts. SHIPMENT 909: INTERCEPTED. CARGO: LOST.

The campus was still asleep, everywhere clouded with fogs. "Entrance to the tunnels should be here," she said, pointing to a grate near the boiler room. We pried it open with a crowbar she had brought. Our flashlights cut through the darkness as we followed the map. "This way," I whispered, leading us down a narrow corridor. After what felt like forever, we reached a heavy door marked "Vault Access: Restricted." Becca tried the lock. "Same code as before? Founder's birthday?" I punched in 0921. Click.

I observed closely, my coronary heart pounding as we ascended the steps to the pinnacle floor. Vanessa’s voice got here again. “You’re nearly there. But hurry—there’s pastime at the cameras. Someone is aware that you're inside.” The Vault The steady vault became a high-tech marvel, its strengthened partitions and biometric locks designed to maintain even the maximum decided intruders out. But Vanessa’s hacking know-how proved to be the important thing . The door slid open, revealing a room full of sparkling terminals and stacks of encrypted drives. At the middle of the room becomes an unmarried console, its display showing the call Nyx.

“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.”

He is the boss of this warehouse doll, we need you to give the code to this beauty that is here beside me. It's not necessary, I can give you the key, Oscar let go of my hand and turned me around so that his eyes collided with mine, his stained hands leaving painted in my hand where he held me. Do you know the code? he asked. I nodded. My father was an idiot, he believed that I would never come here again, That was what he deserved, revenge. The Code is 925 GFG. Oscar smiled, as he typed the number and the box gave way, I memorized the code when I was a child, because my dad guarded everything my mother earned, although She would try to convince him to give her a little to feed me.

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.

Typed into the system console: > EMV-Vairo001 = DEPRECATED > BTV-Vairo002 = PRIME LOCATION: The edge of the Cinder Vault zone Former Vairo asset archive site. TIME: 10:17 a.m. The land here didn’t grow anything. The trees were scorched black, the ground cracked and dead. Wind scraped the dirt like it wanted to bury every secret still breathing. Ember stood alone at the perimeter gate, helmet off, dust clinging to her boots. A rusted metal sign hung on the fence: