Amy picked it up and read it.
"Interesting... I bet it pays alot.... and it cant be TOO dangerous... I'm going!", she smiled and ran out of her dorm room, checking her keys in and out to the lot.
After she made it to her old, worn down car, she traveled.
After quite a bit of travel, she reached a small building.
"1313 Forandring Street.....", she looked up, "that cant be it..."
In her sight, she saw an old building that looked as if it had never even been used, some of the peices of glass broken. She frowned, but decided to enter anyways.
She walked in and headed up the wooden, creaky stairs... and two men, well dressed, came into view. "Oh? Hi, coming for the ad?" one asks.
Amy nods, "Yeah... I needed a bit of money"
The other man nods, "right this way" and walks onwards, guiding Amy to a small room, more of an office.. it was in good condition though.
"Before we tell you anything, you have to sign this" he handed over a long contract. "its a contract of secracy"
Amy read the first few pages... and decided it was much to long to read the entire thing, it seemed innocent enough, so she nodded and signed.
"and here" the man pointed, "and here"
A 30 minutes and many signatures later, he smiled and took it back. "thanks. Allow me to explain now" he spoke.
"This is the center for paranormal, metaphysical, and medical development. I guess you could call it magic... Yes, magic. However, we are doing research with this "magic", possibly to apply it to human good, such as healing... however, we need a much broader understanding of it... Then again, we also are looking for test subjects for medical research... through human development. Genetic therapy, sexual reasignment surgeries and techniques, hormone therapy... And lastly, paranormal. We have alien technology that we want to use, syringes that can let us alter your shapes, machines that do many different thigns that we must test... Its your choice what to take, but you must pick one.. if not, then we now have a right to your body" he indicated the contract...