Getting out of the hospital was harder than getting in.
The two men were searching now, sweeping through the halls with precision.
April could feel them moving—every shift of weight, every controlled breath.
They were trained. Professional.
And she was their target.
April slipped down a side corridor, keeping low, using every sound to map her surroundings.
A security checkpoint was ahead. A single guard sat behind a desk, staring at a monitor.
No way past him without being seen.
Her mind raced.
Then—an idea.
April reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone.
April tapped the screen, cranking the volume, then tossed it down the hall.
A loud chime rang out.
The guard perked up, turning toward the noise.
That was her chance.
April moved—swift, controlled, barely making a sound.
One step.
Two.
Three.
April was past him.
The exit was ahead.
April pushed through the doors and stepped into the cold night air.
April didn't stop moving.
Didn't look back.