Against The Clock -

His fingers, slick with sweat, hovered over the copper wires of the bypass kit. Outside the heavy steel doors, the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of the security team’s boots was getting louder. They were two floors down, but in a building this silent, they sounded like giants.

"I'm in," he panted, pulling the grate closed just as the vault door slammed shut behind him, triggered by the security override. Against the Clock

The door swung heavy and slow. Elias dove through the gap just as the first flashlight beam cut across the hallway. He didn't look back at the gold or the files. He grabbed the small, black drive sitting on the central pedestal and sprinted for the ventilation shaft. His fingers, slick with sweat, hovered over the

"Elias, talk to me," Sarah’s voice crackled in his earpiece. "The elevator just hit the lobby. You’ve got less than a minute before they cycle the power and lock you in that tomb forever." "I'm in," he panted, pulling the grate closed

He clipped the blue wire. The hum grew sharper, rising in pitch. The keypad flickered red, then amber.

Elias started climbing. The clock had reset, but the game was the same.

"Don't guess," Sarah warned. "If you trip the secondary, the gas vents."