Marcellus found neat stacks of gold bars and specie, wrapped in careful packaging and piles of duffel bags, stacked in cubes along a low room running several dozen feet. Lights shining a hazy blue glimmered hazily along the rows and rows of wealth. A faint dim glow emanated from stacks where unwrapped gold bullion was placed as well.
Marcellus had only seen such wealth during the sack of a city, when all the valuables had been emptied from the inferno that had once been home to thousands, and distributed among the troops. The terrible amount of power that the banks held had never occurred to him, but now he finally began to understand the means by which the great Valkorian merchant families had held such sway.
Holstering his sidearm, the astonished centurion gradually regained his composure, and began heaving the bags into the hallways, creating a large pile by the time the Kavehans and new arrivals exited the elevator.
Marcellus placed his hand on his holster.
“I see you found some more friends Jahangir. No matter. There is a LOT of gold in there. We can’t take all of it, just as much gold as we can. I have a few more bricks of explosive, we can destroy the rest.”