Yolanda muttered something under her breath before pushing herself away from the wall and retrieving her identification, which featured a small bar code at the bottom of it. She stepped over to a small scanner protruding from the door and stuck the bar coded end of the laminated plastic underneath.

There was a pause as a red light mulled over Yolanda's offering before a dull buzz emanated. Approved. She placed her identification nack on the small hook that hung from one of her belt loops and waited until the the door unlocked and swung slowly open.

Yolanda stepped inside and took a seat on one of the benches near the side of the vault. It was decidedly warmer in the vault; no, it was stuffy. Suffocating. She removed her heavy jacket and stooped forward, forearms on knees. The dark lines of her extensive tattoo were barely visible through the somewhat flimsy material of her blouse.