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.

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

to prep them for the big leagues on Wall

the group. His people weren't

to a secluded cliffside where staff began roll call, and

a headcount confirmed everyone's

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

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

must, which included

figure in a hazmat suit into a room until they brandished a syringe. If that needle punctured his skin,

leave this place alive.

the wrist, flipped the syringe, and plunged it into the man's flesh.

mouth opening to scream,

man, then stepped out to find

man in

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

slipped into the

and restricted to this

just an hour, lan deduced the strict compartmentalization of the research base, something akin to

Forbidden Island.

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base, geniuses from around the globe were

the “monster”

outside the glass facade, contemplating the living weapon they'd bred.