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.

and fourteen arrived to take charge - one guide per recruit. The others were

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

group. His people weren't by his side; they were

secluded cliffside where staff began roll call, and those named stepped

headcount confirmed everyone's presence, they were

this was no research hub's epicenter but a

down the entrance into a lobby, then

a must, which included an injection

a room until

leave this place alive.

needle cat him, lan grabbed the wrist, flipped the syringe,

mouth opening to scream, but consciousness

the unconscious man, then stepped out to find more hazmat-clad

the downed man in

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

both slipped into the throng of workers

restricted to this zone, barred from wandering

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

Forbidden Island.

might let you buy your way from Outer to Inner, but here, money

on Gøøglᴇ to

the globe

Ph.D., dubbed the “monster” of

the glass facade, contemplating the living weapon