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as if to pat her reassuringly
then dropped it without touching her. He really didn’t have much confidence for
someone aspiring to be a ruthless Interrogator. He went on, “There’s been an
escape.”
    “Escape?” Virge blinked. She’d never heard of anybody
getting away from Guard detention before. That was good news. Bongo and his
gang would be glad to hear about it. “You lost a prisoner?” She tried not to
make it a jibe but it sounded like one anyway.
    Nick stiffened noticeably. “Not an escape from our
compound,” he said icily. “From the soldiers’ complex. From the
Shadowflash/Weapon wing.” Then, the information he’d heard apparently so juicy
it overcame his incense of an instant ago, he added eagerly, “I heard it was
Urna who went over the fence. Urna . Can you believe that?”
    Virge Temple, draining the bottle, found herself having a
hard time believing that the most famous Weapon in the world had just staged an
escape. If it was true, though, some shit was surely about to fly.
    * * * * *
    The woman they had sent Rune was hippy, with large, full
breasts and a fantastic ass. He was currently getting a nice view of it bucking
up against him as the two of them lay on their sides, back to belly. His hands
gripped her hips, cushioned by a healthy layer of soft flesh. He pulled her
back onto him, hard.
    “Ah,” she moaned. “Do it like that.”
    “Shut up.” He didn’t like it when they talked and so they
usually didn’t. This one was named Lavinia, and she was known to slip up now
and then. Maybe that was why she was, contrarily, one of his favorites. She’d
been sent to him often enough that he knew he had never impregnated her, which
was ostensibly the point of this exercise. He didn’t know if either he or Urna
had ever managed to father a child. Presumably an offspring would have the same
amazing abilities the two of them possessed. The other members of the
Weapon/Shadowflash division could only wanly duplicate these talents through
training and chemical enhancements.
    Still, he or Urna must have succeeded in seeding one
of these women at some point, he figured, or else their superiors wouldn’t keep
sending them like this. Certainly none of the other Shadowflashes in this wing
of the military complex had the privilege of such company.
    Lavinia. He even liked her name, liked the way it sounded in
his mouth whenever he bothered to say it out loud. The soft, round curve of her
ass beneath his hand was so unlike the last person he’d fucked, who was all
planes and angles. Taut muscles pulled tight over fine, sharp bones. A
drum-tight pale ass, and Rune’s cock penetrating. Urna, on that rooftop…
    Rune ground his teeth together. Lavinia’s head was turned
back over her shoulder, her face—wanton eyes and full, flush lips—was mostly
hidden by the curtain of her thick, black hair. Her skin was bronzed by the
sun. Superficially, as far as pigment, hair color and meatiness of body, she,
of all the women who came to see him, least resembled Urna.
    In short, she was the polar opposite of the man he called
his lover. And his professional partner. And his emotional adversary.
    The two males might be bound together in training and in
battle, but as far as Rune was concerned right this moment, that was where
their association ended. Here, out of sensing range in his room, Rune wanted
nothing to do with his contemporary, subconscious or otherwise. This was a
source of near constant frustration, however, because Urna always seemed to
sneak into his thoughts anyway. It was like Urna was as determined to disobey
Rune here as he was in the Unsafe.
    But whatever. Rune had better things to think about, so he
tried not to dwell on this particular defect or the implications it might hold.
He simply accepted it. Another fact of his strange existence, like the drugs
he’d obediently swallowed an hour earlier. Like this room, which he kept neat
and plain. Like the woman with him. Lavinia.
    She moaned