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There was a knock on the door. Marissa peered two men though the peephole.
“Can I help you,” Marissa said to the closed door.
“Marissa Romanello, were from Synergy,” bellowed one of the men.
The door opened a crack. “I’ve been selected,” said Marissa.
“If you are still interested, we need to leave in ten minutes,” said the man in the suit.
They rode the elevator in silence. As she stepped into the van something sharp pierced her hamstring.
She awoke in domed structure with four other women and one man.
“Welcome to six months of isolation,” said the man.