A vault built to withstand a nuclear blast becomes a tomb the moment your enemies control the locks.
The deep subterranean air of the Swiss mountain repository was crisp, carrying the sterile scent of liquid nitrogen and static electricity. Heavy reinforced titanium pillars arched up into a vaulted ceiling carved directly out of solid granite. Sarah Vance pulled her woolen coat tightly around her shoulders, looking nervously at the massive blast doors that sealed them fifty feet beneath the Alpine surface.
"My father always said this place was the safest vault in the world," Sarah whispered, her voice echoing softly off the metallic walls. "He said the biometric forgery protections could detect a heartbeat through a single thumbprint scan."
"It is safe from conventional thieves, Sarah,"
