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

guides for mentors ready to prep them for the big leagues on Wall Street, to

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

to a secluded cliffside where staff began

confirmed everyone's presence, they were waved

was no research hub's epicenter but

lobby,

which included an injection

a room until they brandished a syringe. If that needle punctured his skin,

leave this place alive.

the syringe,

scream, but consciousness suddenly fled

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

the downed man in

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

both slipped into the throng of

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

strict compartmentalization of the research base,

Forbidden Island.

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in another hall of the research base, geniuses from around the

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