Chapter 8 - The Lockdown
David frantically typed the transfer codes into a secure laptop resting on the vault table.
He begged Margaret to spare his life, promising he would never tell the authorities about her betrayal.
Margaret smiled coldly, completely ignoring his pathetic pleading as she watched the transfer confirmation appear on her screen.
Claire could not wait another second while her daughter remained trapped in that room.
She burst out from behind the pillar and charged into the vault, raising the heavy wire cutters above her head.
Margaret spun around in shock, aiming the silver handgun wildly toward the doorway.
Before Margaret could pull the trigger, Paige tackled her own mother violently against the concrete wall.
The gun fired an errant shot, missing Claire by inches and smashing directly into the primary server rack.
Sparks showered across the room as the electronic systems suffered a massive, catastrophic short circuit.
A loud, blaring alarm echoed through the basement, accompanied by flashing red emergency lights.
The vault’s automated security protocol instantly recognized the gunshot as a hostile intrusion.
The massive steel door began to slowly slide shut, completely sealing the only exit.
Claire dropped the wire cutters and sprinted toward Ava, frantically tearing the duct tape from her daughter’s mouth.
She quickly untied the heavy ropes, wrapping her arms around Ava just as the steel door slammed shut with a deafening boom.
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The ventilation system powered down with a mechanical whine, leaving them entirely trapped in the airtight room.
Thick, acrid smoke from the shattered server rack began to rapidly fill the small space.
