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.

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

mistaking their guides for mentors ready to prep them for the big leagues on Wall

with the group. His people weren't by

a secluded cliffside where staff began roll call, and

confirmed everyone's presence, they

hub's epicenter but a remote

the entrance into a lobby,

must, which included an injection

a hazmat suit into a room until they

leave this place alive.

the syringe, and plunged it into the

to scream, but

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

man in lan's room,

room, and in that

into the throng

workers were plentiful and restricted to this zone, barred from wandering

lan deduced the strict compartmentalization of the research base,

Forbidden Island.

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research base, geniuses from around the globe were assembled. But the

Ph.D., dubbed the

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