Anyway, here it is:
The nameless woman sweeps her way across the floor. Charred echoes of the old world litter her path. Chips, dice, cards: all are trampled or brushed aside. She moves quickly, a silent shadow amongst the ash. The penalty for being caught does not bear thinking about.
Slipping through the pre-war machines, she soon reaches her destination. A faceless figure crouches upon his workstation.
“They can never be allowed to find me.” Her words echo around the steel vault.
“Aye. But ’tis a shame to mangle…such a vision.”
An overburdened coin purse lands at his feet.