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 she

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woman Philip was

base earlier, and now she was here

crazed researchers, and her

darkened, followed by a

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

close, imprisoning her in his

the mannerisms, so similar. What a surprise.

was sharp; he didn't believe in such coincidences. This resemblance had to

Maja?

break

"Who are you?"

the man in person. Philip raised an eyebrow, and found

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

with a gun

clothes were disheveled, clearly having rushed to the scene. He

are you doing? Who ordered

"Philip, I saw her."

hand was in her pocket, obviously concealing something. A dagger, perhaps, or a vial of

hall, if she was holding one, she

was to Philip above all. If this woman was a threat to Philip, he would eliminate

to slit Philip's throat at any moment.

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

with a gentle smirk in his eyes, grasped her

around? Phil, take her to

approached cautiously, still

"Tell him what?"

say she's the spitting image

for years, never letting

curious and he