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."

·

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.

·

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

Angel's voice was a mix of shock

sharply. "Trying to get out of this

frowned. "You didn't think

didn't think I needed your permission," I shot

for this. If we're both heading for the West Wing

•

was palpable. Then I

maze of hallways. Thomas and I took the lead as his knowledge of the center's layout adequately complimented my

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

and adjusted our route

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

up," Thomas said and

a guard stood at the end

Hendrix muttered

had nothing to lose. In a moment, he grabbed

"Let's go," Hendrix said.

(Dilara's POV)

others pressed

I called softly

furrowed her brow. "What is

handle something," I said

this isn't the time for side missions. We need everyone

know," I said and placed a hand on her arm. "But this is something

She

"I will.";

•

my way toward the administrative offices,