Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

It was beyond their comprehension how Yvonne, such a bright and promising child, could be taken from this world so soon. It was a

tragedy when the old must bury the young.

The room was thick with tension, all eyes fixed on Leonard after his somber declaration. His gaze was affixed to the stack of papers

before him as he closed his eyes, "Investigate. If it's really him, there will be no mercy."

Clearly, among those present, Leonard's word was law. His directive left no room for doubt, and action was swiftly undertaken as

the higher-ups began to coordinate their next move.

Night had already enveloped the sky.

When Maja awoke, she found herself lying in a bed, her eyes able to move, but the rest of her body was numb and unresponsive.

The space in front of her was whitewashed; seemed like she was encased in a hibernation chamber.

She blinked but couldn’t discern anything, only a small glass pane above her through which she could glimpse the ceiling outside.

Outside the chamber, Sarah monitored the flickering streams of data with a steely detachment. Her fingers danced across the

screen, glancing at Fitch, who had been wheeled out earlier. His trial run had been the first, and now, his body's vitals were

peaking, ready for the next phase.

Sarah kept a vigilant watch over the remaining data, fearful of any mishap. She also made a call to Bernard.

"Mr. March, care to witness the proceedings? By tomorrow evening, Fitch's experiment should be complete. Give it an hour, and

you'll see your son slowly cto. Then it's Maja's turn. If all goes well, by eleven at night. Will you not cto see?"

could he resist the

the afternoon,

percent success rate?"

wouldn't deceive you, Mr.

gazed out at the darkening sky, contemplating the

reunited with his son and beloved wife. Bernard inhaled deeply and reached out

the cage. Once it was vibrant with color; its feathers were now sparse from

companion.

room, "Sir, it seems the

a

our escape

set. We'll go underground and catch a chopper to the border. There's a faction ready to receive

lowered his hand, "As long as we're prepared.

dare make a move."

he wouldn't have chosen that location. Destruction there would mean a significant loss of talent for Windhelm;

would act rashly.

inside there now had beca hostage. Everyone

would mean paying

by, and soon it was

drugs blurring her vision. She couldn't hear

her.

would always take a walk, a habit from years

cooped up in the research base, and the scenic view

an eye on everything. No mistakes. Mr. March will be here at

"Understood, Doctor."

her hat, eager for a breath of fresh air. Surrounded

a few rounds nearby before

caught