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escape from his throat.
    Derek
backed away first, muttering about fence posts, and Ender turned to pack up the
rest of the equipment Kira wanted out of sight.
    Score
one for me, asshole. Literally.
    When
he’d first read the file on Kira and her animal instincts last night before he
left his house, he figured that someone had slipped in the part about her
spring fever to get a rise out of him.
    It
was no joke, not the way, when he’d used the crop on her, her eyes had gotten
that slightly glazed look that only a major jones to get off could do. And
yeah, he’d be more than happy to turn her over his knee and give her a
spanking, make her comply with any and all of his whims. And that’s how he was
going to work her for this job—get through to her.
    If
she was this easy to seduce, the enemy would have a field day with her. In the
wrong hands, Kira would be a menace to any society, and then some, and ACRO
wanted to make sure that she was firmly in their camp, and only a threat to
those who threatened the United States’, and her allies’, security and safety.
    Hell,
he was going to have to recommend that ACRO keep her under lock and key during
her spring fevers, not to mention keeping her…serviced. Until then, servicing
was his job, and a job he planned on doing better than well.
    Once
night fell, he’d take care of everything else.
    TUESDAY
8 P.M. EST
    Devlin
O’Malley, head of ACRO and all her operatives, sat at the head of the
conference table, rubbing his fingertips along the smooth oak while trying not
to tune out the two men who sat across from him, arguing over who would get
possession of Kira once Ender delivered her into ACRO’s eager hands.
    Henry
Stockton, the Paranormal Division director, a man who had been at ACRO since
before it was even called ACRO, coughed. He’d only recently stopped smoking,
but it hadn’t been soon enough. Six months ago, ACRO doctors found cancer in
the man’s lungs after one of the psychics alerted Dev that something was
terribly wrong with the older man. So far, treatments had gone well.
    “She’s
an animal whisperer. Basically, an animal psychic. Which means she belongs in
my division. With the psychics, ” Henry argued.
    “Where,
no doubt, department heads are arguing like you two over who would get her,”
Dev said.
    And
Henry concurred. “Mostly the Medium and Telepath departments.”
    “Doesn’t
matter,” Jason Templar, the Special Operations director, said. “She’s
physiologically extreme.”
    Dev
nodded, though they had no idea how extreme she was. The Science Division had
expressed concern that through her unique physiology, genetics and diseases
could be modified. In the wrong hands, that could spell disaster.
    “No
matter how psychic she is, her ability doesn’t affect human minds or actions.
She’s an RSO,” Jason finished.
    “Sure,”
Henry scoffed. “Just like Remy.”
    Dev
sighed at the mention of Remy’s name, because he couldn’t go through this
argument again. Remy had a connection to the weather that was almost too
extraordinary to believe, and his control over Mother Nature had only grown
stronger since he’d arrived at ACRO and gone through the proper training.
    The
lines between what made a person fit into which of the agency divisions were
not always clearly drawn. He’d just gone through this with a new recruit, an
excedosapien who happened to be mildly clairaudient. Both Para and Excedo
Divisions wanted the guy, who had ultimately gone to Excedo, though Para could
borrow him.
    And
Henry was still fuming over the loss of Remy to the Rare Special Operative
department.
    “You
two do realize that Kira will be assigned to the Animal Division.”
    “She
still needs a home division.”
    Dev’s
laptop beeped, and he swiped his fingers over the touch pad. Because he was
tired it took slightly longer than usual to absorb the message from ACRO’s
parameteorologist, Haley Holmes. She’d narrowed down Itor’s secret location for
their