They naturally assumed that since she was in this uniform, she should solve all their problems.
Especially when these issues arose due to purported "soldiers".
As Rowdy Brightwill paced anxiously in the crowd, he was unsure of how to proceed. Confronting his "former teammate" directly held little promise of victory. Should anything happen to the hostage, not only he but Flossie Wright would also bear the responsibility.
But at the same time, he couldn't just let Flossie go in there all by herself...
His mind was racing, but his thoughts were just getting murkier. He couldn't come up with any ideas. Yet, in the break of his contemplation, Flossie set her thermos down and walked straight into the open door.
"Close the door!"
Flossie barely arrived at the entrance when she heard the thunderous command. She peered inside the room, finding an empty surgery room. The curtains by the window were already drawn, leaving the room void and vacant.
