Act of Command: An Immortal Ops World Novel (PSI-Ops / Immortal Ops Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

number there, thankful for the distraction. “Yes?”
    Striker (Dougal to his mother only) McCracken spoke, “You dinnae get to yer date’s place yet, did you? Please tell me I’m nae interruptin’ hot monkey sex. If I am, why the hell did you answer yer phone? When I’m havin’ sex, aside from a selfie, I do nae have my phone near me.”
    Striker was addicted to social media. It had become a serious problem. Supernaturals had to avoid picture trails whenever possible. It wasn’t easy to explain away their lack of aging, and with the advancements in technology it was getting harder and harder. All had hoped he’d learned his lesson when he’d nearly ended up the star of a furry fetish fantasy, but the stubborn Scotsman hadn’t learned anything from the experience.
    As not only a member of Corbin’s PSI-Op team, but as a close friend, Striker knew of Corbin’s date. He didn’t know the date came by way of Corbin’s mother though. Corbin cleared his throat, willing his hard-on for the woman in yellow down. “No. Not yet, why?”
    “General Newman is here in the office,” said Striker, his Scottish accent as thick as it ever was. “He wants the team in now. Says it cannae wait. I did explain you were about to get laid, but he dinnae seem to much care. Sorry. Yer dick will have to wait for another day to get some release. Unless yer up for wanking, then that is on you.”
    “Asshole,” snapped Corbin.
    “Aye, I’ve one. So do you. What of it?”
    With a groan, Corbin pivoted, turning back in the direction he’d only just come from. If General Jack C. Newman was in the office, it was serious. The matter couldn’t wait. A tiny pang of guilt hit Corbin as he walked, remembering how he’d been secretly hoping for a work crisis.  
    Be careful what you wish for.
    “I’m just under two hours away,” he offered, accelerating his pace.
    “Long way to drive for a piece of arse,” returned Striker with a snort. “There is great pussy to be had around here. I told you I’d take you out for a night on the town. We could throw back some beers, pick up women and see to our needs. We’re single. Us non-mated ones need to stick together. We’ll be outnumbered soon if another of us falls. Do me a favor and do nae go findin’ yer mate or anythin’.”
    For supernaturals, a mate was more even than just a spouse. They were the one person who would complete a supernatural, make them feel whole, and someone they could reproduce with. Supernaturals mated for life.
    Corbin had no interest in such distractions. He had a job to do. Bad guys needed to be handled, and he enjoyed stopping them. He didn’t have the time or inclination to mate.
    Though, at the mention of mate, he found himself glancing in the direction the woman in the yellow dress had been. She wasn’t there anymore. “I’ll need to phone my date for the evening to inform her I won’t be able to keep our scheduled plans. I’ll be in shortly.”
    “Might nae want to refer to yer date as a scheduled anythin’,” said Striker. “Make her think yer broken up about missin’ out. Women like to feel wanted and needed. They’re faster into the sack that way. And remember, the more they believe you want ‘em, the quicker they are to offer anal sex. Best kind of sex.”
    Rolling his eyes, Corbin hung up on his friend and searched his recent calls for the number his mother had given him. He thought of calling Mae, but so far their back and forth had all been done via text message. He wasn’t sure why younger people preferred it. Going against what they’d established so far, he called her, forgoing messaging. Her phone went to an automated voice mail answering service. He left a short but informative message alerting her that their date would need to be rescheduled and that a matter at work couldn’t wait.
    He considered seeking her out to give her the flowers and explain in person, but since he didn’t want to go on the damn date to start with, he