By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | 2025 Truth Endures©
Chapter Seven: The Hollow Vault
Two nights later, Chester and Wren moved through the back alleys of Serenity like smoke.
The plan was simple: infiltrate the vault below The Assembly using the abandoned mine shaft Wren had mapped out. Inside, Cain kept more than just gold and guns—he kept records. Blackmail. Ledgers. Evidence.
Evidence that could break him!
Wren led them to a rusted grate hidden behind the collapsed ruins of an old hardware store. Beneath it: a shaft covered in rotted boards and bad intentions.
“Down there?”
Chester asked.
“Unless you’d rather try the front door.”
They climbed down slowly, their boots sinking into decades of dust and discarded bones. Lantern light flickered over graffiti scratched into the stone. Old names. Gang signs. Some symbols are older than either of them recognized.
They crawled through two hundred yards of tight rock. They ducked under fallen beams and crossed a flooded tunnel chest-deep in cold water. Finally, they came to a narrow corridor with smooth brick walls.
“This was built after the mine closed,”
Chester said.
“Cain built it,”
Wren confirmed.
“To smuggle in shipments during the lockdown years. It goes straight to his vault room.”
Chester’s hand rested on his revolver.
“We go in quiet. No guns unless we’re cornered.”
They reached the door—an iron-bound, reinforced, and sealed structure with an old code lock. Wren pulled a tiny folded paper from her coat.
“Petal gave me this,”
She said.
“It’s the combination. She wrote it down after Cain got drunk and showed off.”
Chester raised an eyebrow.
“I’m beginning to like that woman.”
Wren punched in the numbers. The lock hissed. The door creaked open.
Inside, the vault glimmered like a serpent’s nest: stacks of cash, boxes of documents, safes within safes.
But the prize wasn’t money.
It was the black books.
Wren went for the ledgers. Chester opened a crate and pulled out a collection of old film reels labeled with names—judges, mayors, even a U.S. senator.
“This is it,”
He whispered.
“This is Cain’s Kingdom in a box!“
“This is Cain’s kingdom in a box.”
But then, from behind them—a faint click.
Wren froze.
“Did you hear—”
Chester tackled her just as the explosion hit.
The vault door slammed shut.
Dust and debris rained down. A trap. It had been rigged.
From above, in a hidden observation room, Braddock Cain watched through a spyglass.
He turned to Poke and said,
“Let them cook. They wanted into my house. Now they can die in it.”
But neither he—nor Chester—knew that Wren had already mapped another way out.
And worse, Mr. Gallow had just entered Serenity.
Cain’s Kingdom In A Box? Sounds like evidence that sews up this case! But, now Mr. Gallow is in town, and this brings a whole new suggestion for more trouble. Or a solution. It is too early to tell. Maybe Mr Gallow came for the moped. What if the Marshal’s service issued the moped to Chester, and they want it back?
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