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

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

was holding was

now she was here with her

crazed researchers, and her face bore fresh

darkened, followed by

he denied it, "No, it can't be Maja, but

close, imprisoning her

but even the mannerisms, so similar. What

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

Maja?

tried to break free,

"Who are you?"

knew of Philip by file, but had never met the man in person. Philip

he was about to speak, a bullet whizzed past his ear toward 00.

a gun

the scene. He made to pull the

are you doing? Who ordered you to

"Philip, I saw her."

concealing something. A dagger, perhaps, or a

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

Philip above all. If this woman was a

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

her protective suit not been torn, she might have

in his eyes, grasped her

around? Phil,

cautiously,

"Tell him what?"

say she's the spitting image

letting anyone near. Wasn't he curious what Cynthia's daughter

he was curious and he saw

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