Ten minutes from now, one of the remaining two parties would burst into the vault through their own means, going after the same tablet as Scar. The three minutes that followed would bring the last group through the main entrance, coming for Yeshe's Dairy.
Time was of the essence, and even though there were unforeseen difficulties, Scar couldn't help but think it was all too easy.
It was only natural for people to assume that an auction under the Supreme Council and the Romans was untouchable and let their guards down. But that still didn't explain why Scar couldn't stop feeling like something else was on its way.
At the moment, he was working his way through a narrow path Crook had made, leading to the vault. It cut through a tunnel that connected to the sewers, but Crook had managed to carve a route that brought him right to the vault's underground gate.
