Spclnch Electronic & Dance 4 Items

– Well, is it working? – Shh, I almost got it. – If we don't open the damn safe in three tries, we're screwed. The mutagens will be released immediately, turning us into useless, drooling brats. – Ew, I can't stand zombies!

Carefully moving the stethoscope along the cold thickness of metal, Cat was listening attentively in an attempt to analyse the clicks. The multiple amplification effect helped to ease the haste that hung in the air and hid between the lines even when one wanted to calm down. The dangerous scam with the intergalactic monetary fund had long matured and was finally executed. There, in the heart of the vault stuffed to the brim with bills and gold, the only feasible option was to guess the code.

– It seems that the lock connects to the opening mechanism, which can be anywhere on the door, via a system of gears. – Yeah, that leaves us with either the plasma cutting or C-4.

Spacelunch was awkwardly pulling an inverter out of his suitcase, anticipating a big boom in the same breath. It is hard to know which solution would have come first if the sensor on the smartwatch had not gone off. A squad of stormtroopers was already heading towards them…

As it turned out, the archive with manuscripts from the C-500a dimension had sunk in the oceanic abyss of the planet Iguazu, which lies within the habitable zone and is similar in size, mass and temperature conditions to Earth. Multimeter waves could become a fatal obstacle to diving to extreme depths, not to mention the threat of decompression sickness.

When the underwater vehicle stealthily touched the bottom, the launch platform docked with the information storage. Cat started laying pipes with the help of hyperbaric welding to transfer the documents to the carrier vessel. Spacelunch was patrolling the nearby surroundings, holding a crossbow tightly in his hands and slyly exchanging glances with the nuclear moray eel.

The pneumatic mail quickly activated the reading shells, setting up a data transaction. The sonar equipment for scanning the bottom and the manipulator arms were not necessary this time, which means cryptanalysis is going to be launched in the near future.

A portal weapon with a capacity of several megatons made a neutron spit not somewhere, but near an abandoned abbey on the Easter Island. Since the beginning of time, the matter mill has been merciless to mistakes, so the unfortunate miscalculation became fatal, and the teleport opened prematurely. The theft of analog relics, to which Spacelunch clung with a death grip, could have been considered successful, if not for one nuance — a Sacred Scarab of gigantic size. The guardian of the ancestral dimension managed to jump into the funnel, eager to behead the daring strangers. His deadly spikes swept very close, showing primal ruthlessness. It seemed that even the stone idols were perplexed by what was happening. The loss of spatial orientation and situational awareness activated survival instincts, which, following the footsteps of ancient creatures, led to an untouched plateau. Cat, short of breath turned back and, having assessed the situation, immediately activated the smart bracelet along with the last chance for salvation.