Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

They couldn't get Dylan out just yet. If he vanished from the glass tank now, the base would realize there was people coming in

from outside, and a thorough sweep would follow. That would spell disaster for lan and the others still inside; they'd all be exposed

and never stand a chance to escape.

lan's immediate task was to return to the vent, retrieve the dozen or so canisters of compressed gas he'd tossed out, and put them

back in place. Through that way he could clear himself of any suspicion.

"Walter, head back to your post."

Walter's mouth twitched, "And what about him?" He was pointing at Dylan.

lan massaged his temples, "He's still breathing, not dead yet. If we pull him out now, we're as good as dead."

They were all clever, and wouldn't be unable to see clearly the gravity of the situation. Walter quickly made his exit, and lan

returned to the core research lab.

The lab was untouched, but Sarah, who should've been conducting experiments there, was nowhere to be found.

lan didn't dwell on her absence. He hurried back to his room, crawled through the air ducts, retrieved all the canisters, and

managed to sneak them back into the lab without anyone noticing.

Sarah, on the other hand, had already left her lab in the middle of the commotion outside, standing amidst the chaos.

She caught sight of Philip making his way through the turmoil. He grabbed a woman in the fray.

Sarah's pupils contracted sharply as she recognized the woman's face. Pushing past the frantic researchers blocking her path, she

strode toward Philip's location.

Philip had barely met formally before, hardly knowing each other. Yet

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Philip was holding

the base earlier, and now she was here with her wrist in his grip. Her protective suit had been torn

by the crazed researchers, and her face bore

followed by

could finish his thought, he denied it, "No,

pulled her close, imprisoning

the face, but even the mannerisms, so similar. What

in such coincidences. This resemblance had to

Maja?

to break free,

"Who are you?"

file, but had never met the man in person. Philip raised an eyebrow, and

whizzed past his ear

a

rushed to the scene. He made to pull

you doing? Who ordered you

"Philip, I saw her."

concealing something. A

all around the central hall, if she was holding one, she surely

was to Philip above all. If this woman

was gripping a small knife, ready to slit Philip's throat at

been torn, she might have maintained her disguise

a gentle smirk in his eyes, grasped

Seen Summer around? Phil, take her

cautiously, still

"Tell him what?"

the spitting

years, never letting anyone near. Wasn't

curious and he saw her,