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."

his cover blown with Philip. A guy like Philip, always on

about the infiltration.

would be mad enough to want to destroy everything here. Mad and

out of the question. As lan was about to ask something, Philip's

"Gotcha."

in that voice. Philip's lips curled into an excited smile as

later, images of lan and his group were

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

the screen. The cameras here were all hidden; there

destroyed if he had known their

again at

I'll call off the test subjects. If you want to

it."

chuckling foolishly, "Philip, this seems like

games he used to play, where only a few could

and just then, the ground

his voice steady, "We can't take on all these researchers. Even a battle of attrition would

the explosives."

looked up at the ceiling, her voice raspy, "Using explosives could trigger a quake. We

have to take a chance. If we don't, we're all

the base, and with their faces plastered on the

words and attack them in

telling what the desperate crowd might

scatter the explosives, and set them off. If an earthquake did hit, the

from all directions, but Walter and the girl held

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