The hallway outside the safe rooms was eerily quiet.
The screams and panic from earlier had faded, replaced by an unsettling stillness. Guards stood at every corner, motionless and armed.
Tommy walked down the hallway without haste.
His expression was dark, but his steps remained calm.
Anyone who knew him understood that this version of Tommy was far more dangerous than the loud, emotional one.
As he walked, two men in plain suits emerged from opposite sides of the corridor and fell into step behind him.
"Boss," one of them called—the same man who had approached him during his outing with Liza and Primo.
Tommy didn't slow down.
"Report."
"The shooter is alive," the man answered. "Dominion secured him before we could intervene."
"And?"
"Our men checked the surrounding buildings. So far, we've found no secondary shooters or explosives."
"No escape vehicle?" This time, Tommy slowed.
"None that we've confirmed."
He finally came to a stop and turned to face the two men.
