The Lycan Society (The Flux Age Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

snow-haired girl could live her life. Florence watched her disappear into the throng of pedestrians with deep satisfaction.
    Her Bellevue contact appeared at the front entrance. Billy Kidder gave her a small wave. Florence smiled at the janitor - he was such a valuable source of information.
    Then her work for the day began with a voice in her ear. All lycans had comm devices attached to their ear lobes. Specifically designed to be unobtrusive, the device was linked to a receiving operative (RO) for the New York Chapter. All enhanced lycans had one, along with the option to switch it off whenever they wished. Florence had hers deactivated most of the time, not particularly enjoying a second ear listening in on her every conversation.
    Since she was now in work mode, her comm link to the RO, and by extension Mother Arena, was critical.
     came the cheerful greeting.
    Florence didn’t mind her RO at all. In fact, she was somewhat of a role model to Naomi, who always talked about becoming a field operative. Florence didn’t like her chances. One female Enhanced was more than enough for Mother Arena to handle. In any case, Naomi was a Max shifter like most female lycans.
    Still, for all Naomi’s bubble, she was a calm, efficient RO and respected throughout the New York Chapter. If Naomi gave an order, there had to be a hell of a reason not to follow it.
    “Heading there now, Naomi,” Florence confirmed, sliding through the crowd at a rapid pace. The skill actually took years to master. Lycans needed to be adept at both human and bestial movement.
    It only took a few minutes to reach Times Square. Huge neon billboards flickered at Florence as she moved gracefully through groups of garishly dressed tourists. Reaching the middle of the open space, Florence waited patiently. Naomi would only provide further instruction when it was time.
    A hand brushed the small of her back. She knew immediately it wasn’t a stranger. Smiling behind her was a six-foot man in a pinstripe suit. Smooth dark hair, debonair features. As enhanced lycans went, Martin Halliday wasn’t as bad the other boys. For starters, he was over forty, and far more distinguished than some of his pack brothers. Secondly, he didn’t seem to be threatened by Florence’s status as a field operative. That got him a gold star.
    “Interesting times, Flo,” he purred casually. “Why do they need two of us?”
    Florence shrugged, nervous all of a sudden. Before she could reply Naomi’s voice was again in her ear.
     she reported.
    “Got her,” Martin said, craning his neck over the crowd. Florence followed his gaze - an ashen-faced girl with curly blond hair picked her way straight toward them.
    Florence got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Students from the Lycan Nursery were protected with at least five layers of security. The fact this one had been compromised was a real worry.
    Imogen walked by stiffly without so much as looking at her fellow lycans.
    “Two of them,” she said with a perfectly blank face. “Berlin Club, I think.”
    The tingle in Florence’s stomach became a hard ball of dread. She was expecting to deal with thugs looking to blackmail the Chapter. It happened sometimes, and was always swiftly (and violently) dealt with. The Berlin Club was something else entirely.
    “Wait until they pass,” Martin muttered.
    Florence wasn’t about to argue with the senior operative. It was standard protocol in these public places to take the enemy to a quiet, enclosed space. She didn’t doubt Imogen would do exactly that. The lycan operatives would follow behind to prevent escape. She admired the girl’s superb emotional control. She hadn’t missed a beat, which was no mean feat when one was being followed. The Nursery would already have given her years of training in the ways of the Society,