“Thirty minutes to break the code, two hours, two and a half hours for the five mechanicals at the minimum,” You said to Hans, walking down a couple of steps next to him as you both made your way to the vault. “The seventh lock, however, is out of my hands.” You said, swiping a keycard past a card reader on the wall, opening the wall protecting the vault, the only hint of security left being the code to it. “I’m sorry?” Hans said plainly, not fully understanding.