Ray walks through the halls, his face has no expression as the rest of the staff averts their gaze and moves out of the way for him to go where he wishes.
Ray calmly walks up to one of the doors and peers through it, seeing a person dressed in a hospital gown with wrappings around his chest and right shoulder. Ray opens the door and walks inside with no warning.
Shane stirs as he slowly looks up, "Ray...? What the hell happened to you?"
"I dealt with the leader of the saints," Ray says bluntly as he tosses a necklace covered in blood over to Shane, "Their gang is probably going to disband now."
"No!" Shane sits up angrily, but then winces in pain after moving, "We don't stop until every single damn one of those bastards is dead!"
"Why?" Ray questions, "They've lost, and they won't be coming back. Why push it?"
"Don't question me!" Shane shouts, "They shot me, and I want to make sure everyone knows not to mess with me!"
