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VERONA WAS ON HER FEET THE SECOND THE SOUND PIERCED HER EARS. She bolted out of the library, followed by Rio, after telling Sanaa to watch over Florence, so they could find out what exactly happened. They had to physically shove through the hostages ─ who were all cowering in fear and letting out ear-splitting screams. She even had to go as far as aiming her M-16 in front of her so that they created some space for her and Rio to head towards the stairs. They could hear the distant sound of Stockholm crying out for help, and that only confirmed to Verona that someone else had been shot, not even a full day after Florence did. And Verona could only guess that it was Nairobi.
But before she even reached the top of the steps, her mind started to piece things together. The stuffed bear must have been delivered as a distraction. They knew it would've enacted a response from Nairobi. But a distraction to do what exactly? Her feet stopped moving, causing Rio to run into her back, almost tumbling over her, yelling at her to move forward. She spun around and immediately started running back down the stairs, ignoring Rio's jumble of protests. "Go check on her!" She called out over her shoulder, continuing her strides to where she was going. As much as she wanted to help whoever got shot ( which she assumed was Nairobi ), she needed to fully comprehend what was happening before someone else got a bullet lodged into them.
Hit them while they're weak.
When she was at the bottom of the steps, she bolted towards the first window she saw. And when she moved the curtain, her line of vision landed on two tanks, with a GEO team loading up onto them. They were going to bust down the doors. Playing dirty is what the police did best.
Verona rushed back into the library, noticing how Florence was ripping the morphine out of his arm, pushing Sanaa away from him. "What happened?" He demanded an answer, attempting to stand up, but his strength hadn't built back up all the way, causing him to flop back down onto the cart, being steadied by Sanaa, who looked overly frantic. She had been thrown into this shit storm without so much of a warning ─ and she truly hadn't been prepared for it.
"Not now, Florence!" Verona snapped, not even sending him a glance, as her eyes trained onto Sanaa. "I need you to keep a lookout on the window." And when the girl made an effort to question the demand further, Verona held up a hand signaling her to stay quiet, "Now!"
Before even dishing out an explanation, Verona took off up the stairs once again, heading to where she could hear Palermo talking with the Professor on the radio, telling him about the two members that had been shot down since he's been awol. But he had some news of his own. News that would only further the ripple effect and pull them into something much deeper. Deeper than just a robbery.
