Twenty seconds earlier, directly beneath Director Dale's office, a special agent held up a somewhat heavy box and asked loudly.
"If anyone ordered this double-layer pineapple pie, please speak up, or I'm going to open it in a bit!"
The young male special agent looked at his colleagues around, everyone was shaking their heads, it seemed that no one had ordered it.
A smile appeared on his face, he liked pineapple pie, his mother often made it for him when he was a child.
He preferred the taste and flavor of the pineapple pie over the oddly textured apple pie, at least that's what he thought.
He rubbed his hands together eagerly, then opened the box.
It seemed a bit difficult to open, and he had to apply some force.
When the lid was lifted, he clearly saw a string hanging down from the edge of the lid, and at the end of the string, a thin wire about four centimeters long.
