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."

cover blown with Philip. A guy like Philip,

about the infiltration.

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

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

"Gotcha."

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

everywhere. A minute later, images of lan and his group were broadcasted on

monitor the

screen. The cameras here were all hidden; there was no way to find

destroyed if he

sounded again at

I'll call

it."

chuckling foolishly, "Philip, this

a few could make it

then, the ground

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

the explosives."

"Using explosives could

a chance.

and with their faces plastered on the big

words and attack them

no telling what the desperate crowd might use. The best plan was to retreat to the

the explosives, and set them off. If

made their way back, attackers converged on them from all directions, but

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