The walls continued to move.
Steel compartments slid aside with thunderous rumbles, revealing machinery that had been hidden for decades.
Dust drifted through the crimson emergency lights.
Evelyn stared in amazement.
"This... this was beneath the bank all along?"
Benjamin nodded slowly.
"William never trusted ordinary vaults."
"He built secrets inside his secrets."
The floor trembled.
At the center of the room, a circular platform slowly rose from beneath the concrete.
Mounted on it was a sleek metal pedestal.
At its center was a single port.
Exactly the size of the silver flash drive.
Ashford Project Genesis.
Richard Holloway's composure finally cracked.
"No!"
He lunged forward.
Anthony intercepted him, driving him backward.
The two men crashed into a row of steel cabine
