He watched the guard’s skeleton march past. The moment its foot bones left the corridor, Leo moved. The pack’s display showed him everything: the iron rebar in the walls (don’t trip), the copper wiring (live—step over), and a single, horrifying detail he hadn’t expected.
The safe wasn't a safe. It was a Faraday cage. And those weren't gold bars inside.
The silent skeleton on the landing raised an arm. Its bony fingers pointed directly at him. xray pack
In Leo’s sweaty palm was a device that looked like a chunky walkie-talkie crossed with a dental X-ray machine. It was the Mark-IV “SpectraPack,” or as Leo called it, his X-Ray Pack. He’d built it from salvaged medical imaging tubes, a lidar sensor, and the processor from a military drone.
He’d stolen the pack, of course. From OmniCorp’s “reject” bin. Their problem: the X-Ray Pack couldn’t see flesh, only bone and dense metal. Their marketing department had called it “a medical nightmare.” But Leo realized it was a thief’s dream . He watched the guard’s skeleton march past
Another guard. Unreported. No flashlight. Just standing perfectly still.
On the second-floor landing, a second skeleton. The safe wasn't a safe
“Bingo,” Leo whispered.