"No.". I'm watching you at network three. "Impossible." Hale put on a look of disdain and said with a cold smile, "It's a common problem of hiring the best people, deputy director-sometimes they're better than you." "Young man," sputtered Strathmore, "I don't know where you got that information, but you're out of your mind. You let go of Ms. Fletcher now, or I'll call the security forces. \ "You wouldn't do that, \" Hale said blandly. \ "Calling in the security forces would ruin your plans. But if I'm going to leave here in clean hands, I won't say a word. "No," Strathmore shot back. "I want the password." "I don't have a ***ing password." "Enough lies!" Strathmore growled,hot tub wholesale, "Where's the password?" Hale grabbed Susan by the neck. \ "Either I get out or she dies! \" Trevor Strathmore, who has been through many dangerous negotiations in his life, knows that the next step is crucial. Susan's life depends on this step-and the future of "Digital Castle" lies in it. After a long time, he sighed reluctantly. All right, Greg. You win. What do you want me to do? Hale seemed suddenly overwhelmed by the deputy director's tone of cooperation. Ah He stammered,endless pool swim spa, with a sudden tremor in his voice. First, you have to give me the gun. I want to take your elevator. Susan, come with me! You stay! Strathmore felt that the stakes had increased. He got Susan involved, so he's going to save her. His voice was as steady as a rock. What about my digital castle project? Hale smiled. You can keep writing about your back door-I'll keep my mouth shut. Then he threatened, "But if I find out you're following me, I'll go to the newspaper and tell everything." Strathmore calculated his own response. If he told Hale to leave the codebreaking department with Susan, he couldn't guarantee what would happen later. I'm going to call security. Strathmore made a decision. If saving Susan means ruining his plan, endless swimming pool ,hot tub spa manufacturers, so be it-Trevor Strathmore can't afford to lose Susan Fletcher. Hale pinned Susan's arms behind her back and pushed her head aside. This is your last chance, old man! Give me the gun! "No, Greg, I'm sorry," Strathmore said calmly, almost sadly. I just can't let you go. Hale was obviously stunned, and his throat seemed to be choked. "What?" "I'll call the security forces." Susan gasped. Director of a bureau! No Hale tightened his grip. If you call the security forces, she will die! Strathmore pulled the phone from his waistband and clicked it open. You wouldn't do that! Hale shouted, "I'll ruin your plan!"! You are only hours away from realizing your dream! Control all the data in the world! This is the opportunity of a lifetime! You won't let it go! Strathmore's voice was as cold as iron. We'll see. "But-but what about Susan?" Hale stammered, "You make that call and she's dead!"! You want her more than a digital castle! I know you! You wouldn't risk it! Susan was about to snap at it when Strathmore said first, "Young man!"! You don't know anything about me! My whole life is adventure. If you want to play hard, I will accompany you to the end! He began to press the buttons on his cell phone. No one threatens the lives of my employees. Walk out of here! Hale began twisting Susan's neck. I'll I'll kill her. I swear! "You won't do that!" "Killing Susan will only make things worse," Strathmore said. "He stopped short and jerked the phone to his lips." Security! This is Deputy Chief Trevor Strathmore. We've got a hostage in the code-breaking department! Bring some people here! We have a power failure here. I want all systems powered up in five minutes! Greg Hale killed one of our young system safeties. He's holding my chief codebreaker hostage. If Mr. Hale doesn't cooperate, send snipers to shoot him on the spot. I take full responsibility. Act now! 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