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“Let her go,” the commander said evenly. “She doesn’t believe you.”
“Why should she?” Hale fired back. “You lying bastard! You’ve got her brainwashed! You only tell her what suits your needs! Does she know what you really plan to do with Digital Fortress?”
“And what’s that?” Strathmore taunted.
Hale knew what he was about to say would either be his ticket to freedom or his death warrant. He took a deep breath and went for broke. “You plan to write a back door in Digital Fortress.”
The words met with a bewildered silence from the darkness. Hale knew he had hit a bull’s?eye.
Apparently Strathmore’s unflappable cool was being put to the test. “Who told you that?” he demanded, his voice rough around the edges.
“I read it,” Hale said smugly, trying to capitalize on the change of momentum. “In one of your brainstorms.”
“Impossible. I never print my brainstorms.”
“I know. I read it directly off your account.”
Strathmore seemed doubtful. “You got into my office?”
“No. I snooped you from Node 3.” Hale forced a self?assured chuckle. He knew he’d need all the negotiating skills he’d learned in the marines to get out of Crypto alive.
Strathmore edged closer, the Berretta leveled in the darkness. “How do you know about my back door?”
“I told you, I snooped your account.”
“Impossible.”
Hale forced a cocky sneer. “One of the problems of hiring the best, Commander?sometimes they’re better than you.”
“Young man,” Strathmore seethed, “I don’t know where you get your information, but you’re in way over your head. You will let Ms. Fletcher go right now or I’ll call in Security and have you thrown in jail for life.”
“You won’t do it,” Hale stated matter?of?factly. “Calling Security ruins your plans. I’ll tell them everything.” Hale paused. “But let me out clean, and I’ll never say a word about Digital Fortress.”
“No deal,” Strathmore fired back. “I want the pass?key.”
“I don’t have any fucking pass?key!”
“Enough lies!” Strathmore bellowed. “Where is it?”
Hale clamped down on Susan’s neck. “Let me out, or she dies!”
* * *
Trevor Strathmore had done enough high?stakes bargaining in his life to know that Hale was in a very dangerous state of mind. The young cryptographer had painted himself into a corner, and a cornered opponent was always the most dangerous kind?desperate and unpredictable. Strathmore knew his next move was a critical one. Susan’s life depended on it?and so did the future of Digital Fortress.
Strathmore knew the first thing he had to do was release the tension of the situation. After a long moment, he sighed reluctantly. “Okay, Greg. You win. What do you want me to do?”
Silence. Hale seemed momentarily unsure how to handle the commander’s cooperative tone. He let up a bit on Susan’s neck.
“W?well . . .” he stammered, his voice wavering suddenly. “First thing you do is give me your gun. You’re both coming with me.”
“Hostages?” Strathmore laughed coldly. “Greg, you’ll have to do better than that. There are about a dozen armed guards between here and the parking lot.”
“I’m not a fool,” Hale snapped. “I’m taking your elevator. Susan comes with me! You stay!”
“I hate to tell you this,” Strathmore replied, “but there’s no power to the elevator.”
“Bullshit!” Hale snapped. “The lift runs on power from the main building! I’ve seen the schematics!”
“We tried it already,” Susan choked, trying to help. “It’s dead.”
“You’re both so full of shit, it’s incredible.” Hale tightened his grip. “If the elevator’s dead, I’ll abort TRANSLTR and restore power.”
“The elevator takes a password,” Susan managed feistily.
“Big deal.” Hale laughed. “I’m sure the commander will share. Won’t you, Commander?”
“No chance,” Strathmore hissed.
Hale boiled over. “Now you listen to me, old man?here’s the deal! You let Susan and me out through your elevator, we drive a few hours, and then I let her go.”
Strathmore felt the stakes rising. He’d gotten Susan into this, and he needed to get her out. His voice stayed steady as a rock. “What about my plans for Digital Fortress?”
Hale laughed. “You can write your back door?I won’t say a word.” Then his voice turned ominous. “But the day I think you’re tracking me, I go to the press with the whole story. I tell them Digital Fortress is tainted, and I sink this whole fucking organization!”
Strathmore considered Hale’s offer. It was clean and simple. Susan lived, and Digital Fortress got its back door. As long as Strathmore didn’t chase Hale, the back door stayed a secret. Strathmore knew Hale couldn’t keep his mouth shut for long. But still . . . the knowledge of Digital Fortress was Hale’s only insurance?maybe he’d be smart. Whatever happened, Strathmore knew Hale could be removed later if necessary.
“Make up your mind, old man!” Hale taunted. “Are we leaving or not?” Hale’s arms tightened around Susan like a vice.
Strathmore knew that if he picked up the phone right now and called Security, Susan would live. He’d bet his life on it. He could see the scenario clearly. The call would take Hale completely by surprise. He would panic, and in the end, faced with a small army, Hale would be unable to act. After a brief standoff, he would give in. But if I call Security, Strathmore thought, my plan is ruined.
Hale clamped down again. Susan cried out in pain.
“What’s it gonna be?” Hale yelled. “Do I kill her?”
Strathmore considered his options. If he let Hale take Susan out of Crypto, there were no guarantees. Hale might drive for a while, park in the woods. He’d have a gun . . . Strathmore’s stomach turned. There was no telling what would happen before Hale set Susan free . . . if he set her free. I’ve got to call Security, Strathmore decided. What else can I do? He pictured Hale in court, spilling his guts about Digital Fortress. My plan will be ruined. There must be some other way.
“Decide!” Hale yelled, dragging Susan toward the staircase.
Strathmore wasn’t listening. If saving Susan meant his plans were ruined, then so be it?nothing was worth losing her. Susan Fletcher was a price Trevor Strathmore refused to pay.
Hale had Susan’s arm twisted behind her back and her neck bent to one side. “This is your last chance, old man! Give me the gun!”
Strathmore’s mind continued to race, searching for another option. There are always other options! Finally he spoke?quietly, almost sadly. “No, Greg, I’m sorry. I just can’t let you go.”
Hale choked in apparent shock. “What!”
“I’m calling Security.”
Susan gasped. “Commander! No!”
Hale tightened his grip. “You call Security, and she dies!”
Strathmore pulled the cellular off his belt and flicked it on. “Greg, you’re bluffing.”
“You’ll never do it!” Hale yelled. “I’ll talk! I’ll ruin your plan! You’re only hours away from your dream! Controlling all the data in the world! No more TRANSLTR. No more limits?just free information. It’s a chance of a lifetime! You won’t let it slip by!”
Strathmore voice was like steel. “Watch me.”
“But?but what about Susan?” Hale stammered. “You make that call, and she dies!”
Strathmore held firm. “That’s a chance I’m ready to take.”
“Bullshit! You’ve got a bigger hard?on for her than you do for Digital Fortress! I know you! You won’t risk it!”
Susan began to make an angry rebuttal, but Strathmore beat her to it. “Young man! You don’t know me! I take risks for a living. If you’re looking to play hardball, let’s play!” He started punching keys on his phone. “You misjudged me, son! Nobody threatens the lives of my employees and walks out!” He raised the phone and barked into the receiver, “Switchboard! Get me Security!”
Hale began to torque Susan’s neck. “I?I’ll kill her. I swear it!”
“You’ll do no such thing!” Strathmore proclaimed. “Killing Susan will just make things wor—” He broke off and rammed the phone against his mouth. “Security! This is Commander Trevor Strathmore. We’ve got a hostage situation in Crypto! Get some men in here! Yes, now, goddamn it! We also have a generator failure. I want power routed from all available external sources. I want all systems on?line in five minutes! Greg Hale killed one of my junior Sys?Secs. He’s holding my senior cryptographer hostage. You’re cleared to use tear gas on all of us if necessary! If Mr. Hale doesn’t cooperate, have snipers shoot him dead. I’ll take full responsibility. Do it now!”
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