Suddenly, the vault doors slammed shut with a deafening thud . The lights didn't just flicker; they turned a deep, bruising violet. "Sarah?" Elias hissed. Only static answered.
The back wall of the vault—solid reinforced steel—didn't explode. It melted. A figure stepped through the shimmering metal as if it were water. It wasn't a rival thief. It wasn't the police. It was a man in a lab coat, holding a clipboard, looking remarkably bored. 7 : What a Twist!
The man sighed and tapped the air. The vault walls dissolved into a sterile, white laboratory. Elias looked down; he wasn't wearing his tactical gear. He was in a hospital gown, wires snaking from his temples to a massive, humming machine labeled . Suddenly, the vault doors slammed shut with a deafening thud