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.

knowing each other. Yet she harbored

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Philip was holding

now she was here with her wrist in his grip.

researchers, and her face bore fresh

expression darkened, followed

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

close, imprisoning her

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

such coincidences. This resemblance had to be intentional. But who would craft a

Maja?

tried to break free, her

"Who are you?"

the man in

whizzed past his ear toward 00. The

with a gun in

He made to pull the trigger again but saw Philip

you doing? Who ordered you to

"Philip, I saw her."

pocket, obviously concealing something. A dagger, perhaps, or a vial of

if she was holding one, she

If this woman

a small knife, ready to slit Philip's throat at any moment. Because

to hide. Had her protective suit not been torn, she might have

gentle smirk in his eyes,

me. Seen Summer around? Phil, take her

approached cautiously,

"Tell him what?"

the spitting image

Cynthia locked away for years, never letting anyone near. Wasn't he curious what

and he