The Vault

Descending Beneath The Desert Sand...

This was it. The other shoe had dropped, the call had gone out; it was time. The elder gray wolf, with white-tipped fur and ratty old boots, leapt out of his sedan and walked towards the metal door.

It was embedded at the base of the cliff, behind it the wolf-made cave which housed exactly what he needed in this desperate hour. Feebly he worked his hand upon the dial, twisting the knob back and forth an ear cocked and waiting to hear the lock click into place. He ran through it five times, trying to get it right, but at long last, his click came and the door opened.

“Heavy sumbitch,” the old hound grumbled as he swung the massive metal door open and walked through the threshold.

The tunnel grew dark as he descended below the earth, each footfall echoing louder and louder until, at last, there were the lights he left behind when he first discovered and established this hallowed hall. When he reached the sprawling bunker at the end, he knew just what to do.

“Hey Peggy, it’s Sean again. We still got Reels 3-6 of Kiss Me Deadly?”