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ARKANE vault, London.
Martin scrambled to his feet and ran towards the door, slipping on the polished floor in his haste.
"Stop. I'm still in here!" he shouted, hoping it was a mistake. Maybe Marietti had come down for something. He reached the massive door and pounded upon it with his fists, but no sound came from outside. Whoever had shut him in was gone.
The hissing sound grew stronger as the gas escaped from the nozzles above.
He coughed and covered his mouth, bending lower to the ground to keep his face away. If he succumbed before he could get out, then the ARKANE vault would be his final resting place. As much as he loved it here, that wasn't how he intended to go.
Jake had told him once of a rumored escape route from the vault, something placed here just in case. Like so m
