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

about the infiltration.

mad enough to

question. As lan

"Gotcha."

into an excited smile as he

voice echoed everywhere. A minute later, images of lan

the high-ups to monitor the

and swept a glance at the screen. The cameras here were all

if he had

sounded again at this

Kill these people, and I'll call off the test subjects. If you want to survive,

it."

in, chuckling foolishly, "Philip, this

play, where only a few could make

then, the ground

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

the explosives."

explosives could trigger a quake. We might not be lucky

a chance. If we don't, we're

the base, and with their faces plastered on the big screen, the panicked crowd would

and attack them

telling what the desperate crowd might use. The

set them off. If

on them from all directions, but Walter

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