The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1910

With the data all set, the Doctor gingerly inserted the chip he'd taken from Asa into the machine. After a few tweaks, he swiftly wheeled the apparatus over to the metal bed in the next room.

He cast a glance at the young man lying there, a mix of fear and excitement on his face, which quickly gave way to a wild determination. If this experiment worked, all the troubles outside would vanish like smoke. And their lab? It wouldn't just be another “First Base”—it would outshine it.

No more hesitations. Guided by Asa, the Doctor picked up the connection wires, ready to secure them to James's head. To make memory coexistence work, they had to pull all of James's memories. It was the make-or-break step; messing it up could mean serious trouble later on.

After all, the head honcho of the Weapons Bureau wasn’t someone you could mess with easily. The Doctor was about to connect the wires when, suddenly, the guy who was supposed to be out cold snapped his eyes open.

Their eyes locked, and the Doctor's heart skipped a beat, a chill running down his spine. “You…”

Was this guy awake? ***Meanwhile, outside the building, in an SUV parked by the curb, Mirabella was hunched over a laptop on her knees, fingers flying over the keys. Lines of code danced wildly across the screen.

Wyatt, decked out in tactical gear, hustled over, swung open the car door, and slid into the passenger seat. He turned to Mirabella, face set in stone. “The folks inside are making threats—say if we bust in, things might get ugly for James.”

Mirabella didn’t look up, her fingers a blur as she focused on the screen. After a moment, she finally spoke, “He’s in the second basement. The surveillance inside is tight as a drum. Busting in might not even work.”

She’d never stepped foot in the place, but based on her hack into the security, it was like Fort Knox compared to the old First Base. Infrared lasers crisscrossed the place, leaving almost no room to sneak past.

Mirabella picked up the pace on the keyboard.

“So, what’s the plan?” Wyatt’s brow was knotted with worry, especially after hearing Mirabella’s earlier chat with Nellie. He couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. If they turned James into someone else… Wyatt didn’t even want to go there.

Soon, Mirabella paused, looking out the car window at the building. The weathered structure looked like it had seen better days, looming like a storm on the horizon.

She set her laptop aside, stretched her wrists, and popped open the car door. “I’ve planted a program. We’ve got one minute of disruption.”

Wyatt blinked, then scrambled out of the car. “Ms. Mirabella, you mean…”

Mirabella adjusted her earpiece, tilting her head slightly, “I’m going in. You cover us from out here.”

Her lean, determined figure moved with the wind, and Wyatt instinctively followed her lead, staying put. “Got it.”

After Mirabella slipped into the building, Wyatt took a deep breath, shoving down his anxiety, and quickly passed orders through his special communicator to their team lying in wait.

He had unshakable confidence in Mirabella. She never tackled anything without a solid plan. Even going solo wasn’t out of her wheelhouse.

*As soon as Mirabella stepped inside, the disruption program she’d set up kicked in. In the fortress of a building, where even a fly would struggle to sneak in unnoticed, hardly anyone realized an intruder was about. Only one person in the surveillance room sensed something was off, frowning at the monitor.

“Is there something wrong with the surveillance system?”

The person next to him quickly checked the computer and shook his head. “Nope, everything looks fine.” “Really?” The first guy squinted, a flash of doubt in his eyes, but he let it slide.

Mirabella had already bypassed multiple layers of security, making her way to the underground lab. The security at the lab’s entrance was even tighter, costing her some extra time.

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