Contents ( 110)
- Contents
- About the Book
- About the Author
- PART ONE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- PART TWO
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- PART THREE
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Chapter 90
- Chapter 91
- Chapter 92
- Chapter 93
- Chapter 94
- Chapter 95
- Chapter 96
- Chapter 97
- Chapter 98
- Chapter 99
- Chapter 100
- Chapter 101
- Chapter 102
- Chapter 103
- What did you think?
Nic heard the blast of the shotgun. He heard the glass shatter and felt it sting his face. Then he felt a terrible bone-jarring impact that stole his breath and sent him flying through the air.
Before the darkness came for him, Nic heard more shooting and screaming, then Strom yelling for someone to get down on the ground.
And then Nic heard nothing.
Chapter 8
The back half of the GoBox facility held the customers’ private lounge, four private viewing rooms, the manager’s office, and the vault room and its conveyor system, which retrieved the personal vaults and brought them up from the branch’s primary vault, which was made from steel-reinforced concrete and rated as Class 1 by Underwriter Laboratories, the standard vault certification agency. Kruger knew that it was also stored underground and only accessible through the company’s automated retrieval system. Not even GoBox employees could enter the vault. It was inaccessible and impenetrable. The only way to retrieve one of the personal vaults or large bullion storage units that the company offered and stored inside the ultra-secure vault was to provide a thumbprint analysis scan, retinal scan, an eight-digit pin code, and have your photo verified by GoBox security.
Fortunately for Kruger, his mission wasn’t to steal what was inside the GoBox vault.
But before he could steal anything, he would have to get past a manned security checkpoint encased in four inches of bullet-and explosive-resistant clear polycarbonate material.
“Sparks, make the call and activate the communication jammers,” Kruger said.
Franklin, following the plan, grabbed the telephone receiver off the top of the reception desk and dialed 911.
“We have taken over the Henderson, Nevada GoBox location,” he said. “We have hostages, and we are heavily armed with assault rifles and explosives. Our instructions are as follows. Number one, don’t come near the building or everyone dies. Number two, after this call is terminated, we will be disabling all communication in and out of the building. You will be contacted with further instructions. Number three, we will only negotiate with an FBI Supervisory Special Agent or above. We will not speak to local police. If these instructions are not followed, then everyone dies.”
Franklin had done well and relayed the instructions just as he had been told. With a smile beneath his ski mask, Kruger said, “Nice job, Sparks.”
Kruger and Franklin gathered the four hostages from the front of the building.
“Watch them,” Kruger said to the Doc.
Then he moved to the thumbprint and retinal scanner mounted beside a steel security door just past the reception desk. This part was easy. All he needed to gain access was to have his prints and retinal scans on file in GoBox’s system, and all it took to accomplish that was a form, a photo, and five dollars. GoBox didn’t require ID, Social Security card, or anything that proved that a person was truly who he or she claimed. As long as you had a thumb and an eye to scan and the monthly fee paid three months in advance, GoBox would rent you a vault. So that’s what Kruger had done, and then, of course, before the mission was complete, he would delete his scans from the GoBox computer system.