The raw, breathless heat of the kiss was abruptly severed by the crackle of archaic static.
Adonis pulled back, his broad chest heaving as the profound blue of his optical sensors locked onto the damp, concrete wall where the analog signal was bouncing. He kept one massive arm wrapped securely around Nikki's waist, shielding her in the darkness, as his internal processor isolated the heavily distorted frequency.
"General B-02," Adonis rumbled, his velvet voice thick with lingering desire and immediate tactical command. "Report your status. Has Sector 5 compromised the Southern Grid?"
"Sector 5 is currently attempting a global override of my pacification protocols," the velvety, aristocratic voice of the Southern Warlord crackled over the wire. Even through the heavy static, B-02 sounded profoundly irritated by the digital intrusion. "General V-05 has issued a planetary execution order for the Creator. He demands my absolute compliance."
