"Oh look," Tracie smirked, her voice dripping with amusement. "You're here."
Xander's sharp eyes darted across the hospital hallway, taking in the scene before him. Blood stained the floor, and bodies of unconscious security guards littered the space. His gaze shifted to Harry. But what caught his attention the most was the woman standing over him, her hand gripping a gun pressed firmly against his head.
Xander narrowed his eyes at the scene, his expression unreadable.
"Xander, long time no see," Harry coughed, forcing a weak smirk despite the pain etched on his face.
Before he could say anything else, Tracie let out an annoyed hiss and, without hesitation, slammed the butt of the gun against the side of his head. Harry groaned, his body lurching sideways from the force before he collapsed onto his stomach.
"Took you long enough to get here," Tracie muttered, her sharp eyes never leaving Xander's.
