The metallic clang of the door shutting echoed in the stillness, sealing them in their temporary sanctuary.
Wiping away his tears with a swift motion, Jules steadied himself and retrieved his phone.
With a determined gaze fixed on the screen, he dialed for help, clinging to a fragile hope that Gideon and the others would swiftly arrive at the vault, reassuring him that the attack had ceased and that they were already safe.
The echoes of chaos resounded in the distance, each faint crash and shout amplifying the dread that clogged Jules' heart.
The atmosphere felt heavy with tension, wrapping around him like an unwelcome shroud.
He cursed under his breath as he glanced at his phone, realizing with growing panic that he couldn't get a signal. Desperation clawed at him, tightening his chest.
Just then, a sharp beeping sound from the main vault door cut through his spiraling thoughts.