<div style="text-align: center">《Hale》​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F236x%2Fe6%2Ff0%2Fc5%2Fe6f0c515259f909a6c14d6d534a34302.jpg&amp;hash=815e6cb402d49f1c3301da54f73a9034" title="e6f0c515259f909a6c14d6d534a34302.jpg">
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</div>Location: Abendblume conference room.<br/><br/>Raymond Hale was well tended, his security team trying to advise him away from the conference room windows. The long table was empty. Hale was watching and listening to the voices over the walkie, talking back and forth and putting everything in motion. He was noting who was doing well, with what he had asked them to do, and those that were conducting the task poorly. The Brian incident was an inarguable mess. He wasn't remorseful from an emotional standpoint but he did regret the trouble it was going to cause. It didn't matter all that he'd done for Abendblume, and continued to do. There would be resentment brewing from that one avoidable mishap.<br/><br/>For the most part, anyone who came to the office suite to speak to him were merely sent away. Worries over his safety, of course, but when the tiny Korean woman didn't take his mens '<i>no</i>' for a good enough answer, Hale figured what the hell.<br/><br/>"Sou? Let her in," Hale decided with a shrug. What could she possibly do?<br/><br/>"I'm going to need to check you for weapons," a uniformed man explained, standing in front of the closed doors, motioning Sue to spread her limbs so he could pat her down.