He pulled out another document: "The Edinburgh Royal Bank, Scotland headquarters, the vault is on the second basement level. But their alarm system control room is on the first floor, the guards change shifts every night at eight, leaving a seven-minute gap. If the main power is cut during this time, the backup power takes ninety seconds to kick in—enough to blast open the outer vault door."
The warehouse was silent. Only the crackling of the fire could be heard.
"How did you get this information?" Duncan asked suspiciously.
"We have 'friends' in the United Kingdom," Sean replied vaguely, "civil servants, former military personnel, people disillusioned with the system. They provide intelligence, we analyze it, then hand it over to those in need."
McTavish picked up the bank's floor plan, scrutinizing it carefully. It was too detailed, detailed enough that it didn't seem fabricated.
"What's the price?" he asked.
