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PROLOGUE
The lights froht through his skull, stabbing at his brain until he wanted to scream He quickly tuned the radio station until the soft, sexy voice of the Night Siren flooded the car It was taped, but it helped His vision tunneled, so that everything took on a dreas flashed by, cars appeared as streaks of light rather than solid matter
"Where are we going?"
He ju an ilance at the whore seated beside hi in his head, which had just begun to ease, return In the dark she looked a little like the woman he needed If she kept her oing to hell very soon, he forced a slight s paid, aren't you? What difference does it make if we drive around for a little bit?"
She leaned forward and fiddled with the radio
He slapped at her hand "Don't touch anything" He had the station tuned right where he wanted it--needed it The Night Siren's voice was drifting out over the airwaves, oing to ain
He kept his eye on the car he was following He knehat he had to do He had a job and he was daave him such an anticipation of the pleasure to coht yet Damn Whitney for his interference The doctor had threatened to send soain Stupid ht he was so superior, so intelligent, and orried--worried--about the situation deteriorating What a crock of bullshit There was no situation, nothing was deteriorating He could handle surveillance on a GhostWalker any day of the week
Whitney thought his precious GhostWalkers were supersoldiers to be revered Well, screw that GhostWalkers were geneticmiracles Whitney purported them to be The entire lot of them should be wiped from the face of the earth, and he was the overn before they were ever let loose on the world
He saw hi between the mutants and the humans He should be revered Whitney should bon to him, kiss his feet, thank him for his reports and his attention to detail
"You never told me your name What do I call you?"
The voice jerked him out of his reverie He wanted to slap the little whore To pound his fists into her face until there was nothing there but bloody pulp To take her head between his hands and hear a satisfying crack just to shut her up, but that was for later If she kept her ht Siren
The Night Siren belonged to hiet rid of the GhostWalkers once and for all And then she'd do everything he told her
"You can call me Daddy"
The whore had the audacity to roll her eyes at hie to punish her He had other plans for her
"I airl," she said and leaned over to rub his crotch "And you obviously like me that way"
"Don't talk," he snapped, and sighed when she opened his jeans Let her just go to work on him while he took care of business It would keep her mouth and hands occupied He could look at her skin and hair and everything would be all right It was going to be a long night tonight, and at least he could look forward to later
Up ahead the car he'd been following pulled to the curb It was a strange thing to do, but he couldn't get caught--and he couldn't lose them He pulled over as well and waited while the whore worked on hi
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