Brooke, Yuki, Katherine, and the two nurses were gathered in the infirmary below. Yuki was relaxing, reading a book, while Brooke was pacing about worried.
The gunfire had ceased, but that could mean a great many things. Her mind raced as she nibbled on her fingernails. Muttering gibberish beneath her breath.
Katherine was as relaxed as ever. Watching the security feed on her phone, which was connected to Dean's intranet network. She saw on the cameras Dean coldly and effortlessly fire his shots from the balcony.
As a trauma surgeon, she would be lying if she respected the tradecraft of men like Dean, which served the opposite purpose of her career path. But she could at the very least enjoy the degree of professionalism in which Dean acted.
