Female Novel
Chapter 1614
"Taking him out is an option, I suppose."
"Then let's take him out."
His response lacked any semblance of emotion, as if he were merely commenting on the pleasant
weather.
Sarah cracked a smile, her lips curving upwards.
"Time for your crew to make a move. Over the years, I've managed to uncover the codes and identifiers
on five of the badges. You and your team just need to hunt down the remaining fifteen. Some of these
codes are useful, others not so much. It all depends on the identifiers, which you'll find on the side of
each badge. You'll need a magnifying glass; the naked eye won't cut it. The chairmen would never let
their badge out of sight, let alone allow someone to inspect it that closely. Once we have all nineteen
badge numbers, we can figure out how to handle Philip. We can put his badge on the back burner for
now. Don't touch him yet; he'll sense you're on his turf. He's a madman, capable of anything. If we
spook him, it'll only complicate our next move."
Ian nodded and went off to contact his people.
His conversations with Walter were still limited to the air duct above. Walter had always been adept at
navigating matters in North America, but ever since he saw Dylan captured, his demeanor hadn't beennovelbin
quite right.
"Man, Ian, shouldn't we consider things for Dylan?"
Ian's lips twitched, "The mating failed, didn't it? Don't worry; there won't be any Sanders offspring
hanging around here."
Damn it! Walter rarely swore, but he couldn't help himself this time.
While it was true the machine indicated a mating failure, what if it had been successful? Dylan's image
would be tarnished.
In fact, Ian had made his way through the air ducts to the test chamber where Dylan was kept. The
woman confined with him seemed quite taken with him, feeding him while he was unconscious, albeit
rather roughly. After all, she had lived her whole life in that chamber, clueless about social interaction.
The chamber's screen played videos teaching her how to flirt with Dylan, how to kiss him. She had
mastered the art of kissing, but anything beyond was a mystery to her.
Over two years, many men had been brought to her chamber, yet she dismissed them all, killing each
one. This time, however, she wanted to keep him a bit longer.
As Dylan remained unconscious, she simply stared at him, daydreaming. When the researchers came
to replace him, she quickly protected him, shielding him with her body and roaring at the others to back
off.
Ian watched all of this from the duct, speechless yet somewhat relieved that, for now at least, Dylan
was okay.
A man's pride meant nothing when life was on the line.
"Be straight with me, Ian. You got something against Dylan?"