Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Dylan froze in place, certain images flashing through his mind. His cheeks flushed with an unnatural tint as he awkwardly pushed

her away.

Clearing his throat, he realized he wasn't alone; a few pairs of eyes were fixed on him amidst the surrounding clamor.

"What's the deal now?"

Walter, seeing the girl's charming looks and impressive moves - not to mention her forwardness - felt a twinge of envy.

"Dylan, buddy, you've got sluck. You take a nap and wake up to find we're about to wrap this up."

Dylan rubbed his temples, about to speak, when the girl's hand slowly snaked around his back, locking him in place.

He stiffened, sidestepping away, but she mirrored his every move. His head pounded with a dull ache. Ignoring her for the

moment, he turned to lan.

"What's our play now?"

lan's gaze drifted to Sarah, who had been daydreaming since she first saw Dylan. She snapped back to reality.

"The chaos is probably Philip's doing. He must've figured out we infiltrated the place. This whole stunt is likely just to flush you out.

We can't get that badge off him now; he's gone into hiding, probably bunkered down in the control room - the most fortified part of

the entire compound. If he doesn't open the door willingly, there's no way to breach it from the outside. He's watching the whole

show from there, hoping those test subjects will take us out. And if they don't, he's got the whole pharmacy at his disposal."

surprised, probably had his cover blown with Philip. A guy like

about the infiltration.

hadn't anticipated Philip would be mad enough to want to destroy everything

lan was about to ask something, Philip's voice

"Gotcha."

of amusement in that voice. Philip's lips curled into

later, images of lan and his

high-ups to monitor the central hall, now showed real-tsurveillance of

here were all hidden; there was no way to find them out.

if he had known

voice sounded again

and I'll call off the test

it."

chuckling foolishly, "Philip,

where only a few could make it out alive. Instantly,

and just then, the ground trembled

voice steady, "We can't take on all these

the explosives."

ceiling, her voice raspy, "Using explosives could trigger a quake. We might not

chance. If we

with their faces plastered on the big screen, the panicked crowd

and attack them

hand, there was no telling what the desperate crowd might use. The best plan was to

them off. If an earthquake did hit,

attackers converged on them from all directions, but Walter and the

to enter the core lab, Walter was sent flying with a punch. It was Number 8, who, like all the