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.

the rest of their group were already

was a mix of shock

"Trying to get out

frowned. "You didn't think

think I needed your permission," I shot

said and stepped between us. "We don't have time for this. If we're both heading for the

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moment, the tension was palpable. Then I nodded.

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

said as he pointed to a map he'd sketched on a scrap of paper. "It's heavily monitored. If we go through the storage area instead,

and adjusted

ducked behind

up," Thomas said and

end of the corridor, his back

this to me," Hendrix muttered and stepped

with the quiet confidence of someone who had nothing to lose. In a moment, he grabbed the guard

"Let's go," Hendrix said.

(Dilara's POV)

the others pressed

softly and pulled her

and furrowed her brow. "What

to handle something," I said steadily despite the

"Dilara, this isn't the time for

on her arm. "But this

nodded. She finally

"I will.";

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my way toward the administrative offices, where