The absolute silence in the vault was heavy enough to crush a man.
The holographic projection of Silas Vance stared at Arthur. The CEO of the Iron Consortium did not immediately react. He just studied the man in the ruined dark coat. He looked at the blood on Arthur's collar, the dust on his shoulders, and the absolutely fearless, dead-eyed stare looking right back at him.
Silas let out a low, smooth chuckle.
"Omniversal Holdings?" Silas repeated, his tone laced with heavy mockery. "Never heard of it. Sounds like a shell company. Sounds like a pathetic little startup trying to play in the big leagues."
"We are expanding rapidly," Arthur replied without missing a beat.
