Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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.

take charge - one guide per recruit.

for the big leagues on

His people weren't by his side; they

secluded cliffside where staff began

confirmed everyone's presence, they

instantly; this was no research hub's epicenter

down the entrance into a lobby, then through to a

a must, which included an injection of

into a room until

leave this place alive.

the syringe, and plunged

scream, but consciousness suddenly

swapped clothes with the unconscious man, then stepped out

approached, saw the downed man in lan's room, and quickly

another worker emerging from the next room, and in that single glance, he knew this was

exchanged, they both slipped into the throng

restricted

lan deduced the strict compartmentalization of the research

Forbidden Island.

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