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.

Hendrix, Thomas, and the rest

of shock and relief. "What are

replied sharply. "Trying to get out of

"You didn't think

didn't think I needed

have time for this. If

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tension was palpable. Then I nodded. "Fine. Let's

combined group moved quickly as we went through the West Wing's maze of hallways. Thomas

he'd sketched on a scrap of paper.

nodded and adjusted

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

Thomas said and held out

the end of

to me," Hendrix

any of us could stop him, he approached the guard, moving with the quiet confidence of someone who had nothing to lose. In a

"Let's go," Hendrix said.

(Dilara's POV)

others pressed on, I hung

called softly and pulled

furrowed her brow. "What

something," I said steadily

eyes widened. "Dilara, this isn't the time for

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

She

"I will.";

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toward the administrative offices,