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

didn’t.
    The Corporation was public enemy number one now at all PSI branches around the world. His team had shifted their focus to find other locations owned and operated by Donavon Dynamics and find out what they were doing there. If it was the same torture and testing as the facility in France, PSI would shut them down.
    That is, if they could find them all.
    From everything coming to light, the Corporation was huge and far-reaching, hiding under many different names and governments. They more than likely had a hand in the shit in Seattle with a group of bad guys banding together to bring in something that could wipe out hundreds of people—a supernatural the likes of which they’d never seen before. Something capable of leaving nothing but carnage in its wake. The I-Ops and PSI-Ops were overwhelmed but working hard to try to get ahead of the situation.
    “Easier said than done,” he said softly. Talking to himself in the lab was old habit.  
    Despite the amount of samples and information coming back, there were still more questions than answers as to what had gone down on the pier in Seattle. James had read the reports and even gotten first-hand accounts from his fellow teammate, Duke. Not to mention Eadan Daly, a PSI Operative who was now an I-Ops team member, had also given his side of it all.
    None of it added up.
    Whatever the I-Ops were dealing with was powerful and a hodgepodge of supernatural mixes. It wasn’t just one, or a hybrid of two different types of supernaturals. The tests were inconclusive, but what they did show said there was a whole heap of shit thrown into whatever had slaughtered all the bad guys who had remained.
    Sure, that was no great loss to mankind. Walter Helmuth was a slimeball who ran the Seattle paranormal underground, and he could stand to lose a hell of a lot more of his thugs, but the sheer carnage left at the scene spoke to the trouble this could bring should it happen upon humans.
    That was something both the I-Ops and PSI were trying to prevent.  
    James hadn’t been on the docks in Seattle to help, or even working at PSI again when the attack occurred. No. He’d been locked up in a cell, in the Corporation’s French location, undergoing test after test and endless torture at the hands of madmen. His body was still trying to heal the after-effects of it all.  
    James focused on the samples before him. He didn’t want to think about his time in captivity. Duke and Eadan had certainly killed their fair share of bad guys, but they’d then left the dock area and headed to safety. The number of dead found the next morning by the cleanup teams didn’t line up with what had gone down. The I-Ops had requested that only select PSI operatives be given the data they’d retrieved. James could understand why. PSI had at least one traitor in its midst.
    Possibly more.  
    The I-Ops had one as well. Somewhere, in the chain of command, someone was double dealing.  
    One of the monitors nearest James flickered on from sleep mode and was accompanied by a chiming noise, indicating he had a video call coming through. He stepped to the side of his current work area and touched the screen, accepting the call, though he didn’t feel much like conversing. He’d been successfully hiding in his labs since his return to PSI.  
    Green’s face came into view. James and Green hadn’t known one another long but he’d heard good things about the guy and trusted him because Eadan trusted him. That was good enough for James. Green’s auburn hair was clipped nicely as if he wasn’t the type of guy who liked anything out of place. James could relate. He too leaned more on the side of clean-cut. That had been one thing he’d missed most during his days on the streets, trying to assimilate and look as though he belonged.  
    “PSI Freaks and Geeks Central Office. We aim to please and if we don’t please, we still keep aiming—usually with a sniper rifle,” said James with a wink. “Sometimes,