Act of Surrender: An Immortal Ops World Novel (PSI-Ops / Immortal Ops Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

his door and he turned, watching as one of his loyal guards entered. The man cast his gaze downward and Bertrand knew it was because of how he looked—how disfigured he was since he’d begun the change.
    “What is it?” he demanded acidly as his gaze narrowed with contempt.
    The man shuffled his feet back and forth. “The computer guy says he has a lock on another conversation happening between the target and the girl.”
    Bertrand laughed.
    The girl was the very same hacker who had drawn the attention of the Corporation months ago when she began prying into them. How ironic that she was the woman Hagen had become so obsessed with. When Bertrand ended her he would be doing the Corporation a favor.
    He’d be ridding them of the tiny buzzing fly they had been swatting at.
    The hacker.
    And in doing so, Bertrand would bring down Hagen. It was the perfect plan. One PSI would never see coming. They were arrogant, thinking themselves above reproach. Thinking they were safe on their home soil.
    They had no idea the strides the Corporation had been making in recent years. Of how figureheads who normally could not be in a room together had set aside their differences and started focusing on the same goals—ridding themselves of Paranormal Security and Intelligence and the Immortal Ops all while building a master race of super soldiers that when ready, would take over the world and put humans in their place.
    The bottom of the food chain.
    He looked to the guard. “Report what you find. Be ready to strike. And remind the others, they are to kill the woman and bring me her body. I want to make sure to gift wrap it for a friend of mine.”

Chapter Three  

    James touched the top of his microscope, but didn’t look at the sample again. He’d been staring at it for days and still couldn’t wrap his mind around what he was seeing. He’d been a healer of some sort or another for the majority of his immortal life. He’d seen a lot come and go and had been around for endless technological advances. Hell, he’d even been consulted during the creation of the Immortal Ops, his expertise used to help sort out problems in the program. But what he had before him managed to confound him.
    Worse yet.
    The sample was from himself. It was one of many he’d taken and that had been taken from him since his return to PSI.
    “Sick fucks,” he mumbled.
    Whatever the hell the Corporation had done to him during his time in captivity there defied all logic. And certainly made little sense to him. Which was scary because he’d completed medical school four times in his lifetime and had also gone to school for science. He’d reinvented himself numerous times throughout his long life—as immortals had to do in order to avoid raising suspicions of humans—and each time he almost always fell back into the role of healer.
    Though, once, to his fellow PSI-Ops’ dismay, he did attempt to be a hot-dog-stand owner. He’d wanted a change of pace, a less stressful job and to simply stop and enjoy life. Turns out, he wasn’t very good at it. Striker had even asked if he was actually cooking honest-to-the-gods dogs as the end quality was greatly lacking.
    So, James had returned to what he was an expert at. Medicine.
    And if someone with his skillset couldn’t make heads or tails of the samples before him, there was a serious problem. From the information he’d gathered, they’d enhanced his natural-born abilities, yet James suffered the opposite effects. His healing ability was stilted. He couldn’t shift forms any longer and his senses seemed dulled.
    Something was very wrong.
    He just wasn’t sure how or why.
    In need of assistance, James had reached out to the Immortal Ops lead doctor, Thaddeus Green, sending him samples as well. In return, Green had requested his assistance on samples taken from a crime scene in Seattle. The two had been working to try to make sense of the data before them. The I-Ops had a mess on their hands.
    Not that PSI