Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 114

(Cylan's

POV)

The air was thick with tension, the kind that prickled at the back of your neck and made every sound feel like a threat. The patients around me whispered nervously as their eyes darted between me and the dark corridor that stretched ahead. This was it. The culmination of weeks of quiet planning, covert meetings, and stolen supplies. We were finally ready to make our move.

"Listen up," I said. "Once we hit the East Wing, we split into two groups. Lena, Marcus, and the others will cause a diversion in the cafeteria. The rest of us head straight for the West Wing. If we stick to the plan, we'll avoid the guards and get through undetected."

"What if the guards don't take the bait?" Lena asked.

"They will," I replied, injecting more confidence than I felt. "They won't expect patients to organize like this. Just remember your role, and we'll be fine."

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We moved in silence and hugged more walls than I could count as we made our way through the endless corridors. The center was a labyrinth, but I'd memorized every twist and turn. Past the infirmary, we turned right into a utility hall. The flickering fluorescent lights made the space feel smaller than it was.

The sound of boots echoing down the main corridor made us freeze. My heart hammered as I motioned for everyone to hide. We pressed ourselves against the walls, barely breathing as two guards walked past. Their voices were muffled by the buzz of machinery.

As soon as they were out of earshot, I gestured for us to move.

We reached the East Wing without incident, and I nodded to Marcus. "You know what to do."

He gave me a grim smile and led his group down the adjacent corridor. Seconds later, the faint sound of shouting echoed back to us.

"That's our cue," I whispered.

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The West Wing was right ahead, with its heavy double doors standing like a barrier between us and freedom. I swiped the stolen keycard against the scanner, and the light blinked green. "Let's go," I said and pushed the door open.

But as we entered, I froze.

and the rest

a mix of shock

sharply. "Trying to get out of this

frowned. "You didn't think to

didn't think I needed your

stepped between us. "We don't have time for this. If we're both heading for the West Wing exit, we'll

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palpable. Then I nodded.

quickly as we went through the West Wing's maze of hallways. Thomas and I

he pointed to a map he'd sketched on a scrap

adjusted our route

the storage area and ducked behind shelves stacked with medical supplies. The

up," Thomas said and held

a guard stood at the end of the corridor, his

to me," Hendrix

the guard, moving with the quiet confidence of someone who had nothing to lose. In a moment, he grabbed the guard from behind and locked

"Let's go," Hendrix said.

(Dilara's POV)

the others pressed on, I

I called softly and pulled

furrowed her brow. "What is

handle something," I said steadily despite

the time for side

a hand on her arm. "But this is something I have to do. I'll

nodded. She finally

"I will.";

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toward the administrative offices,