Clara places her palm on the vault scanner; the mechanism turns, exposing rows of golden bearer bonds worth fifty million dollars.

The bright golden light inside the hidden room shone brightly against the damp stone walls of the underground chamber. Clara stood in the wide doorway of the heavy steel vault, her breath catching in her throat as she looked at the vast fortune lying right before her eyes.

Silas stepped deeper into the warm room, holding one of the thick green and gold documents under his bright tactical flashlight. His intelligent eyes scanned the fine print written across the front of the paper.

"These are certified liquid gold bearer...