After checking that the doors were closed behind her and the dogs unable to follow, Silver proceeded on. Throwing a cloak program over her, she now became a bronze samurai, hoping nobody would notice she was the only one about. A second arch led to another room. Here the rumble of feedback was gone and there were no other deckers visible. This inner locale was a quiet cool room of pastel marble, the air full of floating cabinets, each jammed with swarms of tumbling numbers and letters, encrypted files. The data vault. Hot damn!