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"Leave the rest of them alone," not-Tim said into the communicator, where his voice was picked up fromthe other side and transmitted back to Kenselton Hotel through the speakers for everyone to hear. "Letthem have their lunch. They have nothing to do with this.""Of course they do. Hunger is a great motivator. You probably can't keep them out for long. They'llrescue the hostage, send him back to us, and everyone can be happy again.""Not if we shoot the hostage first," not-Tim pointed out."Then we'll just leave you all to starve in there.""But the hostage would be dead," not-Tim reminded them."And so will you. You have one life in your hands; we have thousands. Think about that, Mr. – who amI talking to?""...Jack Traven," not-Tim said.An incredulous yell erupted from outside the corridor. Not-Tim glanced nervously at the door andwondered if it might be a better idea to lock it.Neo was regarding him with a new fear. He slowly edged away, and then left his side for the bathroom."You can't starve us to death," not-Tim continued. "We've found a way out. I don't think you want astampede in L.A.""Yeah, right. There's no way out of there." But the voice didn't sound all too certain, for its owner wasbusy wondering if perhaps his affair with the architect's wife had been a bad idea after all. "You're in anisolated bubble of hyperspace, Jack."People were shouting outside in the corridor, snatches of words audible through the closed door:"YOU SHUT UP!""Jack, put the gun away. He's not worth it-""Are you going to shoot me, Officer Traven?""No. No he's not, no- Jack. Jack, liste- NO!"The thump of bodies hitting carpet, and then everybody heard the gun go off.Things froze for a while.Then it was with a growing panic that not-Tim sprang out of his chair and hurtled out the door to seeAlex Wyler lying motionless on the carpet, and Jack, trembling and wide-eyed with shock, stumbling tohis feet, dropping the weapon and backing against the wall-"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?" hollered their correspondent at Kenselton Facility, but no onewas listening to him."NO!" not-Tim shouted, dropping to the side of the fallen. "No... No! Alex...!" He grabbed a wrist, felt fora pulse – nothing. "Alex. No!""It was an accident," Jack said, his voice cracking. "I didn't... he jumped on me. He was trying to..."Jack looked at Griffin, down on the carpet staring ashen-faced at Alex and knowing that that could havebeen him.And not-Tim wondered why he cried for those whom days ago he'd never known existed.Perry came over, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, as around them continued the sounds ofthose trying to break down the doors, and the screaming that came through the speakers declaring thatthe hostage had better still be alive or else.In the temporary solace of the blocked-off corridor, blood seeped into the carpet. Alex's blood. Keanu'sblood. Their blood.Then the doors finally burst open, and they were upon them.