"Oh yeah," Miho says, grinning, and shoving the vault door open with her hand on the lever and her body weight behind her shoulder. The door's on pneumatic hinges but it's still damned heavy.

She steps through, and looks around curiously. The vault's neither huge nor particularly small - lined with shelves, on which are, for the most part, files - box files, lever arch files, document wallets, pocket files, expanding files, legal wallets. Filing cabinets. Archive boxes stacked up to ceiling height.

She doesn't see the swords, but there are plenty of places they could be.