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.

each other. Yet she

his face for the first time. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on

Philip was holding was

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

darkened, followed by

could finish his thought, he denied it, "No, it can't be Maja, but the

her close, imprisoning her in

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

This resemblance had to be intentional. But who

Maja?

tried to break free, her expression

"Who are you?"

by file, but had never met the man in

as he was about to speak, a bullet whizzed past his ear toward 00. The shot hit her shoulder. She looked toward the source

Phil with a gun

having rushed to the scene. He made to

Who

"Philip, I saw her."

A dagger, perhaps,

hall, if she was holding

above all. If this woman

slit Philip's throat at any moment.

Had her protective suit not been torn, she might have maintained

in his

around? Phil, take her

cautiously,

"Tell him what?"

spitting image of Cynthia's

never letting anyone near. Wasn't he curious

curious and he saw her, what would he do