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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.

fourteen arrived to take charge - one guide

them for the big

trailing along with the group. His

a secluded cliffside where staff began roll call, and

headcount confirmed everyone's

on instantly; this was no research hub's epicenter

down the entrance into a lobby, then through to a private room. Ssaid a

a must, which included an

a figure in a hazmat suit into a room until they brandished a syringe.

leave this place alive.

cat him, lan grabbed the wrist, flipped the syringe, and plunged it

scream, but consciousness suddenly fled

the unconscious man, then stepped out to find more hazmat-clad workers dragging away the fainted.

man in

emerging from the next room, and in that single glance, he knew this was one of his own.

exchanged, they both slipped into

and restricted to

strict compartmentalization of the research base, something akin

Forbidden Island.

Outer to Inner, but here, money was worthless.

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geniuses from around the globe were assembled. But the talk of the town

the “monster” of

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