(Vault Chamber, Twin Fang Planet)
*VREEEEEEEEE*
The alarms were deafening now. Red lights flashed like blood veins pulsing across the walls, bathing the once-pristine vault in a hellish glow. The temperature felt like it had risen by ten degrees, and the air inside tasted like static.
Officer Jayden's heart pounded against his ribs as he gave another sharp hand signal.
The cult operatives moved with manic efficiency, their boots thundering across the polished floor as they grabbed the last of the treasures floating in their stasis fields.
Storage rings flickered, locking down weaponry, rare minerals, ceremonial relics—anything they could grab.
They had mentally prepared for this operation for the past 10 days. And for the first sixty seconds after the alarm began to ring, it almost seemed like the team would pull the heist off without any fatality or consequence.
But then came the glass panels built around the scroll.
