You make it to the fourth floor, a very large room lit by torches. Upon a tall, sheet metal throne is the one and only darkly-dressed John Marconi himself, a steep flight of shanty stairs leading up to his trashily grand seat. A goon with a long metal pipe stands guard on each side of him. Behind them, the humongous metal door to the Vault. "I know you've come here for Jackie boy's family sword." Marconi says. "He's too much of a pussy to come and try to get it back himself, so he sends in the Punks. Typical Jack." With a snap of his fingers, the guards raise their weapons in combative stances. You also hear the clanging of metal behind you, and you turn to see four more goons rush up the stairs from the third floor with even more dangerous melee weapons in their grips. They must've seen you sneak past Shift as they battled. From both sides, goons charge at you, weapons raised.