Basil winced slightly as Jace practically slammed the cans onto a nearby table; well, perhaps it wasn’t actually loud, but merely seemed so in the otherwise silent laboratory. He narrowed his eyes at Jace and hissed, “Aren’t you always the one telling me to be careful? Keep doing that and you’ll surely draw those pests to this side of the Vault.” He shook his head, and without awaiting a retort, began his expedition through a mildew-infested filing cabinet in earnest. Most of the documents had been damaged beyond recognition, but there had to be more about the Vault and the ulterior motives behind its erection than just one entry written after all of the former residents had either left or perished. Truly, he had only come here for one thing—a Garden of Eden Creation Kit or, at the very least, information on one’s whereabouts. Of course, the history to be learned in each Vault was fascinating and he deemed it worth exploring, but he had to keep his priorities straight; he had to remain focused. One would never reach their destination if they kept taking detours.