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.

were chosen this time, and fourteen arrived to take charge - one guide per recruit. The others were

to prep them for the

quiet, trailing along with the group. His

staff began roll call, and those named stepped

confirmed everyone's

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

lobby, then

which included an injection

into a room until they brandished a

leave this place alive.

grabbed the wrist, flipped the

opening to scream, but

clothes with the unconscious man, then stepped out to

the downed man in lan's room, and quickly hauled

and in that single glance, he knew this was one

exchanged, they both slipped into the

restricted to

strict compartmentalization of the research base, something akin to an

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