Then straight to containment vault C. Don't stop for anyone, not even me."
There was a pause, almost too faint to notice, before Ting Cheng replied, "Understood."
Containment Transit
The service corridors ahead were clear, stripped of bystanders and lined with sealed steel doors.
Every step echoed, the rhythm of his boots steady, deliberate.
Behind him, the security men kept pace, but Ting Cheng's focus stayed forward, on the reinforced vault door at the end of the hall.
It loomed like a fortress, layers of mechanical locks already unsealing with a hydraulic hiss.
Vault C
Inside, the air was cool, dry, and utterly still.
Rows of armored cases sat in recessed alcoves, each marked with coded tags and heavy enough to need machinery to move.
Ting Cheng stepped to the central pedestal, placed the tube inside the waiting clamps.
The magnetic locks snapped shut around it with a deep, final click.
