Goldy remains on guard at the demolished outer doors. All is fairly quiet in the corridor beyond. The light from the vault joins with the fainter glow from unaffected strip lights at either end of the hall. Fire alarms around the building are wailing and flashing, but power seems to have been lost permanently around the blast zone.

Good thing too. If the sprinklers had activated and got Goldy wet again, there would have been hell to pay.

She glances back absently.

"Come on! Two big ass swords can't be that hard to find."