Joe looked at the ad and smiled. He needed money and this sounded easy. All he'd have to do is take a pill or something and then he'd be paid.
He smiled and took a walk to 1313 Forandring Street. He saw the place, a large squarish, concrete building. Ugly and intimidating. A reminder of the time when people thought concrete brutalism was a good construction method.
He hesitantly entered the building and the receptionist smiled at him. "the doctor will see you shortly" she said.
He went to take a seat in the waiting area but before he could sit down a tall handsome man in a lab coat entered.
"you must be Joe" he said. "I was expecting you. And don't worry about how I know your name, the receptionist messaged me over the computer when you entered."
The doctor motioned for Joe to follow and he did. Soon they entered a bland, sterile room with medical charts on the wall. The doctor pulled out a Syringe.
"don't worry, this will only hurt a second" the doctor said, then with a sharp poke injected Joe.