"A hidden laser grid suddenly activates, locking the reinforced vault doors and trapping Bisma inside the dark chamber!"
Meira’s frantic voice pierced through the static in Bisma’s earpiece as the heavy titanium doors sealed shut with a deafening thud. Inside the pitch-black vault of Zurich Private Vaults, the sharp metallic smell of ozone hung thick in the air, mixing with the cold dust of concrete.
Bisma remained motionless, his back pressed firmly against the stainless-steel deposit boxes. He drew a slow, deliberate breath to steady his pulse, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim, red emergency LED strips tracing the perimeter of the ceiling.
"Do not lose control, Meira," Bisma said into his collar mic, his voice low and uncompromising. "Panicking will not move three tons of re
