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.

chosen this time, and fourteen arrived to take charge - one

ready to prep them for

His people weren't by his side; they were

to a secluded cliffside where staff began roll

confirmed everyone's

was no research hub's epicenter but a remote appendage, undoubtedly linked to the

followed down the entrance into a lobby, then through to

which included an injection

room until they brandished a syringe. If that needle

leave this place alive.

the wrist, flipped the syringe,

mouth opening to scream, but consciousness suddenly

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

downed man in

that single glance, he knew

they both slipped into the throng of

low-tier workers were plentiful and restricted to this zone, barred

an hour, lan deduced the strict compartmentalization of the research

Forbidden Island.

from Outer to Inner, but

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from around the globe were assembled. But the talk of the town was

Ph.D., dubbed the “monster” of

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

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