His phone vibrated and he pulled it out quickly.
Evacuation alarm triggered. Move now. – BD
A slow grin tugged at the corner of Brandon's mouth.
"Of course you did," he muttered.
The fire alarm's piercing wail echoed through the hospital like a war siren.
Red emergency lights began flashing along the ceiling, bathing the hallway in pulses of crimson.
Shouts erupted somewhere above.
"Evacuate the west wing!"
"Clear the ICU floor!"
Doors slammed. Footsteps thundered through the building. Medical carts rattled across tile floors as nurses rushed patients toward stairwells.
Security would be stretched thin.
Exactly like Babydoll wanted.
Brandon didn't hesitate.
He moved.
He pushed through the service door and headed for the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time as he climbed toward the seventh floor.
The alarms screamed louder the higher he went.
By the time he reached the west wing, the hallway was in complete disarray.
Doctors barked instructions.
