*NOTA: Forrado con forro adhesivo
It was shaping up to be one hell of a day. The run had gone south in a big hurry, the corp they were supposed to hit had been alerted to their strike at least an hour before hand, and half his team had been chopped to meat before they even reached the vault. Now he was stuck behind seventeen inches of case hardened steel, waiting for this idiot hacker to get through the code locks and hoping she could accomplish it before another salvo of warheads ripped the vault door off its screaming hinges.
A heavy set of impacts against the steel bulwark at his back told him that they were trying to get in without resorting to blasting. That was good; it gave them more time. It also meant they were in the real vault this time. Takoma goons were never subtle, and if he had been in one of the false computer cores, they would be hauling out the heavy artillery and picking through the pieces later. Precision from these slags meant they had orders not to hurt this chamber and that gave the good guys a chance. At least, he really hoped that was what it meant.