The vault door had been the strongest and most secure in the world when it was installed. But after a few dozen years of rust build up, it was practically impossible to open. The Boss wanted to blow it, ready to accept some loss of loot in the process. But I swore to him that I could open it. I had brought it to him and his gang, after all, and I told him, with some science and electrical current, I could get it open.
He agreed, and I stalled until my fellow cops arrived and started arresting them all.
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