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Chapter 6 - A Waitress in the Vault

“Cora, get back!” Wesley roared, vaulted the railing without hesitation, and gave chase.

“Don’t touch me!” she yelled back, her eyes locked on the *Aethelgard*. “If you pull me away, the thermite triggers and we all die!”

Wesley froze three feet from the dais, his muscles coiled, watching her with agonizing intensity. Behind them, Dr. Vance had cowered behind a concrete pillar near the exit, whimpering in terror.

*150 SECONDS.*

The cylinder was vibrating. A high-pitched, tea-kettle whine emanated from the brass apertures. The microscopic grooves on the tungsten skin were shifting, rotating counter-clockwise at blinding speed as internal gears ground against each other.

Cora stood before the machine.

She took a deep, steadying breath. The panic, the fear of Thaddius, the exhaustion of her sleepless nights—all of it fell away like dry autumn leaves. Her world narrowed to the machine in front of her.

She closed her eyes.

*“Listen to the breath of the metal, Cora,”* Julian’s voice whispered in her memory. She was twenty-four again, sitting at the mahogany workbench in their attic loft on Commercial Street. Julian’s hands were black with graphite, his eyes shining with boyish brilliance as he guided her fingers across the raw brass teeth of a tourbillon. *“A machine is never angry. A machine only tells the truth. The world thinks locks are made of numbers. But numbers are an illusion. True security is harmony.”*

She opened her eyes. The bruised, frightened waitress was gone.

Her hands were steady. Absolutely still.

She did not reach for the electronic tools Vance had abandoned. She did not touch the diamond drill bits or the magnetic clamps.

She raised both hands and placed her bare palms flat against the vibrating, freezing surface of the tungsten cylinder.

“What is she doing?” Vance cried out from behind the pillar. “She's going to trigger the seismic detonator! She’s mad!”

“Silence!” Wesley barked, his voice carrying the authority of an executioner. He kept his eyes on Cora, his heart hammering against his ribs in a way he had not felt in twenty years.

Cora felt the heat rising beneath the metal. The thermite fuse was creeping down its ignition track.

*110 SECONDS.*

She tilted her head, pressing her left ear directly against the cold bronze rim of the top aperture. She closed her eyes once more.

Inside the machine, an orchestra of microscopic parts was screaming. Three hundred tiny springs, thirty-six jeweled pivots, and an undulating reservoir of liquid mercury. The experts had treated it as a mathematical puzzle, forcing the gears to align through torque and tension.

They had made the fundamental mistake: they believed Julian Donnelly had built a lock to keep people out.

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