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."

A guy like Philip, always on high alert,

about the infiltration.

anticipated Philip would be mad enough to want to destroy everything

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

"Gotcha."

amusement in that voice. Philip's lips curled into

of lan

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

The cameras here were all hidden;

he had known

sounded again at

hide and seek. Kill these people, and I'll call off the

it."

chuckling foolishly, "Philip, this seems like

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

the ground trembled beneath

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

the explosives."

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

a chance. If we

researchers in the base, and with their faces

attack them in

there was no telling what the desperate

set them off. If an earthquake

back, attackers converged on them from all

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