Meanwhile, outside the private ward, guards were stationed at every corner of the floor. Even outside the facility, Dominion had everything covered. Every doctor and nurse entering or leaving the room was checked thoroughly, and even the medicine being brought in underwent inspection.
Ashley had been taken right from under their noses.
They would not make the same mistake again.
Down the hallway on the same floor, Rum sat slouched on a steel bench.
"Ugh…" he groaned, exhaustion written all over his face. "Why did it end so quickly?"
Vodka, his partner for the day, glanced at him sideways.
"If the big boss hears you saying that, he's going to skin you alive."
"Don't go wishing the battle lasted longer," he continued. "She's already in there injured. If things had dragged on any further, you might as well start picking out your funeral clothes."
Rum clicked his tongue and lazily shifted his gaze toward Vodka.
