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lan was rolling with the real deal, a crew of ace players who breezed through the talent screening like it was child's play.

Before long, fourteen of the bunch had made the cut and were herded into a spacious van, told they were headed off for some

intensive training.

Gazing out the window, lan overheard the chatter inside.

"Man, I can't believe I made it. Gonna rake in sserious dough this time."

"If I bag three hundred bucks, I'm set for life. Mom and Dad would feel proud."

"Dude, imagine rolling up in your own ride. We're talking about Wall Street, the glitziest joint on the planet."

lan leaned back, his eyes growing dark. Not the glitziest, more like the most terrifying hellhole imaginable.

The van kept pushing on, and besides lan and his companions, no one had a clue where this so-called intensive training was taking

place.

After a solid four-hour drive, they cto a halt deep in the mountain ranges.

The driver hopped out for a quick pow-wow, and then barked at everyone with dialect to disembark and line up.

lan could catch the drift of the local lingo but the specifics of the driver's dialect eluded him. The message was clear though:

someone was coming to lead them, and they'd better put on a good show.

to take charge - one guide per

prep them for the big leagues on Wall Street, to earn more

along with the group. His people weren't by his side; they

to a secluded cliffside where staff began roll call, and those

headcount confirmed everyone's presence, they

this was no research hub's epicenter but a remote appendage,

down the entrance into a lobby, then through

included an

into a room until they brandished a

leave this place alive.

the wrist, flipped the syringe, and plunged it into the

mouth opening to scream,

then stepped out to find more

in lan's

room, and in that single glance, he knew

both slipped into the throng of workers

restricted to this zone,

an hour, lan deduced the strict compartmentalization of the research base, something akin to an

Forbidden Island.

might let you buy your way from Outer to Inner, but here, money was worthless. Worse than worthless,

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another hall of the research base, geniuses from around the globe were assembled. But the talk of the town

Ph.D., dubbed the “monster”

facade, contemplating the living weapon they'd bred. The weapon was just