Government Security Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

My order was loud and clear, and my guards at this instant got into the hall like a sudden wind and each of them secured a position, disallowing anyone from leaving the hall. In the same way, I looked throughout the hall and saw that the press was present. Hence, I nodded at Robert, who thus understood my instruction immediately. “Make sure the target does not leave the hall at all costs,” Robert ordered loudly, and with this, a firm response sounded. “Yes sir!” “Matriarch Alessandra, order your men to stand down, this is a case of national security and you will be arrested,” the chief of national security for the presidency and the vice immediately voiced loudly. Hence, I saw all the securi

At federal headquarters, Cross was reviewing security footage. She was trying to identify the mole. Someone inside. Someone she trusted. She went through the list of people with high-level access. Dozens of names. All of them cleared. All of them vetted. But one of them had to be the mole. She was about to close the file when an alert came through. A message sent to her secure email. From an unknown sender. She opened it carefully. Inside was a single sentence. "Stop looking for Jennifer Moore. She is not the threat. Look closer to home."

Evelyn stared at the uniform, her earlier fear hardening into something colder—anger, perhaps, or the beginning of it. "Who are you?" she asked. "Executive security, ma'am." His voice was steady, rehearsed. Nobody's grip tightened slightly, just enough to remind the man of his position. "Name." "Daniel Cross," replied the man. Evelyn's eyes narrowed, years of boardroom negotiations sharpening her instincts for deception. "Security identification number?" she asked. "Seven-four-one-nine," he replied. She immediately activated her wrist tablet, her fingers moving with the brisk efficiency of someone reclaiming control. "Marcus."

he says, his voice as rigid as his posture. “What now? Do I have a cat tombstone in my shoe? A cat sarcophagus in my pocket?” “Ma'am, we need to run some additional screening,” the agent says, his face as unyielding as a slab of granite. “Your passport has been flagged for potential security issues.” Security issues? Potential security issues? What the hell is going on here?

A familiar face in a sea of testosterone. "Welcome to Guard Dog Securities," Havel said jovially, reaching out to take Jozef's bag. "Guard Dog Securities?" Shaun asked, looking around. Havel grinned at her. "We do have some legitimate business interests." She laughed. "Such as?" "We provide security details to businessmen, politicians, royalty. We provide security for our club as well as others. Bank security. You name it, we're in on it." Shaun chewed on her lip, but finally said what was on her mind. "You aren't casing the banks are you? For future heists?"

Cassandra said, staring at the entire screen which contained the map. "Yeah… but I need to know the security function of the entire place" seeing that she didn't understand what he was saying, he broke it down. "If you want to break into the government weaponization center for instance. we have to know if you're going to need a finger print scan or a password or an eye lense scan before you can be let in. The flash which records everything, including the respective mode of transmission of entrance will be in… " he turned and tapped on the zoom button, and it zoomed in somewhere..

"You didn't tell me your friend was so well-informed." Rose grinned. "Mary knows a lot more than she lets on." Gabriel turned back to me. "And what do you do?" Before I could answer, Rose spoke up. "She runs Phoenix Security." Gabriel's expression shifted slightly as recognition flashed in his eyes. "Phoenix? I've heard of them. You provide security to high-profile clients?" I gave a small nod. "We work with governments and a few private clients." Gabriel looked genuinely impressed. "That's an interesting field."

Two large golden words were painted around the shield — "Eagle Security." The three vans screeched to a stop, and one man jumped out of the driver's seat first. He was tall and had a stern expression. He was the general manager of Eagle Security, Sam Gorge. His dark gaze swept across the crowd. When he saw that Elio was safe and sound in front of the building, he heaved a long sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed. Many men in black security uniforms jumped out of the vans, armed with batons. There were almost seventy people in total.

Three black SUVs parked in formation, his security team alert and ready. Lucas, his head of security, stood by the lead vehicle. "Mr. Cross." "Lucas." Grayson turned to one of the other security personnel. "Richards, take Ms. Volkov home. Make sure she gets inside safely." "What?" Sasha's voice rose. "You're sending me home with your security? Are you serious right now?" "Completely serious." Grayson didn't look at her. "Goodnight, Sasha." "Grayson Cross, don't you dare…"

You've gone so far to the extent you now have Security Personnels standing at the entrance to your office!!! You had nothing like that before!!! Why now??" Deputy Mayor Malia angrily asked Mayor Bennard Garcia further while glaring at him. "Well, I'm Suspicious because I don't know who Is who!! Those Security Personnels are there for my protection!! Mayor Bennard Garcia replied Deputy Mayor Malia warmly. "What Protection??!!! Are you even affected by what's going on??!! What would those poor Security Personnel do when the Animal that has been