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."

He obviously knew not to reveal

access

anxious, but seeing lan eased his mind. Both

reassurance.

other breakthroughs tonight. He found a few of his own people; sweren't lucky enough to maintain their

becoming lab subjects, sacrificed.

had all braced for the worst

purchased identities to pass through various security systems meant that even in death, they wouldn't

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

trace

two rooms, occupied

Philip was wide awake, standing before

the day, he had kept his hands off the business, so Phil

again.

Back in Greenfield, he'd played everyone for

all these elites were

in front of the

using Phil's body. And

but on reflection,

own goals.

- it was her revenge for an old slight from a member of the Herrington

real

Cynthia, who indeed

now, she gave

would benefit too, having a trusted person in

man, who was motionless for long, from the wall, was about to leave when Philip suddenly raised his hand

against