Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

In another room, lan was fumbling his way into an air duct entrance.

He had been searching around and no matter how hard he looked, there only seemed to be three hatches.

The woman had been watching him all day, so he couldn't get into the ducts in the daylight. Now, threading his way through each

section again, lan finally located Walter.

Beneath his feet was Walter's room, who seemingly had blended in with the ground-level staff.

The ground-level staff was the easiest to impersonate, all wrapped up in their bulky protective gear.

Walter had already shed his suit. lan knocked from above. There were no exits here, just a few cracks for ventilation, but Walter

could hear him.

Walter looked up, his eyes pinpointing the sound's origin.

lan asked, "Where's Dylan?"

Had Walter's heart not been sturdy, he might've thought he was seeing ghosts. He had scouted the area while posing as one of the

staff, finding no chance to slip away.

Getting exposed would be dangerous; the tactics employed here against people were numerous. But lan appearing here, how did

he manage that?

"No clue. We were shipped to different places. Wait, how did you get up there? Are you hacking the system or something?"

lan committed Walter's room location to memory and warned him.

"Don't blow your cover."

raised an eyebrow. He obviously knew not to reveal himself; a

access

lan eased

reassurance.

He found a few of his own people; sweren't lucky enough to maintain

becoming lab subjects, sacrificed.

all braced for the

purchased identities to pass through various security systems meant

place. But these individuals were trained professionals; betrayal wasn't in

searched everywhere but found no trace of Dylan. However, he did cacross Philip's

rooms, occupied by Philip and

2 AM, but Philip was wide awake, standing before a glass

his mentor during the day, he had kept his

again.

been proud. Back in Greenfield, he'd played everyone for fools, reveling in a sense

were mere pawns on his

at this moment, in front of

if everything he had was traded for using Phil's body. And Phil was his twin, his only family in this

on reflection, she wasn't helping them; she

own goals.

revenge for an

the real

for Cynthia, who indeed

she gave him

having a trusted

the man, who was motionless for long, from the wall, was

against the