Would the President sacrifice the peace accord and admit to illegal assassination to achieve a political goal just to avoid killing her? Not likely!�...We’re dead, aren’t we?” she asked. “They’ll never stop looking for us.”Hunter’s face grew hard, like flint, eyes flashing dangerously. It scared her. This was a hard, hard man, not the gentle one she’d fallen for.“You will not die, Callie. I won’t let them get to you. I promise.”“How? How can you promise that? There’s a whole government on their. Knowing nothing good came from such a look, Caleb decided to start sharing the information he had gleaned. Listening intently, his boss, the famous Johnathan Black, jotted it all down in a black covered notebook for future reference. Nodding in consent that everything was noted, he indicated the chair in front of his desk. Sitting down, Caleb waited for the boss to begin. "So...it was that good, huh?" Johnathan asked. "Well it was something enjoyable, if that is what you mean," Caleb replied. " Well it's too late now. The damage is done already and cannot be taken back." Listen, that's not the only reason I called. We still need to get the project done. I have a good start but I'm having trouble getting the code to work." I kinda forgot about that. Send it to me via email. I'll check it out here and send it back the same way. I'm not going to have time to get together before it's due." I said that knowing full well that I had time tomorrow, I just didn't want to get anywhere near. I looked around the staircase and saw more doors. The hallway continued around a corner. It made me wonder just how big this place was. I had to be careful. If this place was as big as Hayden’s story suggested it was, then I could get lost. It wasn’t a cozy thought.“Can I help you?” asked a voice and I jumped.I quickly spun around to find the source of the voice, but didn’t see anyone. “Hello?” I said. My voice was timid.“Welcome to the vault, Lord Rosenbaum,” the disembodied voice said. “How.