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.

charge - one guide per recruit.

mentors ready to prep them for the big leagues

His people weren't by his side;

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

headcount confirmed everyone's presence, they were waved

on instantly; this was no research hub's epicenter but a remote appendage, undoubtedly

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

must, which included

room until they brandished a

leave this place alive.

him, lan grabbed the wrist, flipped the syringe, and plunged it into the man's

mouth opening to scream, but consciousness suddenly

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

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

next room, and in that single glance, he knew this was one of his own. Without

slipped into the

restricted to this zone, barred from

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

Forbidden Island.

from Outer to Inner, but here, money was worthless. Worse than worthless, it

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research base, geniuses from around the globe were assembled. But the talk of the town was

the “monster” of

glass facade, contemplating the living weapon

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