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."

blown with Philip. A guy like

about the infiltration.

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

question. As lan was about

"Gotcha."

voice. Philip's lips curled into

minute later, images of lan and his group were broadcasted

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

a glance at the screen. The cameras here were all hidden; there was no way to find them out.

he had

sounded again at this

Kill these people, and I'll call off the test subjects. If

it."

joined in, chuckling foolishly,

only a few could make it out alive. Instantly, lan and his team

then, the

to Sarah, his voice steady, "We can't take on all

the explosives."

raspy, "Using explosives could trigger a quake. We

have to take a chance. If we

their faces plastered on the big screen, the

attack

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

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

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

about to enter the core lab, Walter was sent flying with a