>>5995001In the end, greed triumphs over glory. The teams shake hands and split up to check out their own door.
The codes provide access to some kind of ultra-high-security deposit room. Everything's kept in a black box, but the data from the computer has what you need to open them. Inside are cases holding cash and -- what the hell are these things?
"I've seen these," Friedrich mutters, staring hard at them. "A very rich man had some of these, a man with connections to international crime and smuggling. I confiscated -- uh, I mean -- I was simply fortunate enough to gaze upon his vast collection of stored wealth one time. Among the pirate gold and rare jewels were these simple cards. I thought little of it at the time, but the memory plagued me. What significance did they hold? Perhaps some incredibly rare currency of which even I knew nothing ..."
In the other room, Empress says, "I have one or two ideas about where we could spend these. Our friend with the black mask might know, too. We'll ask around."
Reconvening in the central chamber, the teams congratulate each other on a huge take and a job well done. As they exit out into the sunlight, however, the plume of smoke still streaming from the crashed helicopter reminds them of a problem.
"Need a ride?" Blackjack asks with a smirk.
"If you please," Friedrich says.
