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 himself; a hundred lives wouldn't suffice if he

pass messages. You can't access this duct,

anxious, but seeing lan eased his mind. Both Dylan and lan had a way

reassurance.

had other breakthroughs tonight. He found a few of his own people; sweren't

becoming lab subjects, sacrificed.

all braced for the worst

identities to pass through various security systems meant that even

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

searched everywhere but found no trace of

suite had two rooms, occupied by Philip

but Philip was wide awake, standing before a glass cabinet, lost in thought

by 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 of unspeakable

were mere

at this moment, in front of the glass cabinet,

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

mentor's aid flashed across his mind, but on reflection, she wasn't helping them; she was

own goals.

her revenge for an

the real

her disdain for Cynthia, who

using them to fulfill her purposes. Like now, she gave

she would benefit too, having a trusted person in place

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

against the