Adonis stared at the small, red-haired human standing in front of him, his eyes narrowed. For a machine capable of processing a billion logistical variables a second, the sheer, chaotic absurdity of her request caused him to blank out.
Why was she suddenly bringing up B-02?
He had just informed her of a highly organized serial killer hunting biological units across the globe. He had expected her to require intense emotional soothing, perhaps a diversionary tactic like an ice cream synthesis or another incredibly violent, passionate distraction in the bedroom.
He had not expected her to demand a playdate with his most irritating colleague.
"Denied," Adonis rumbled. "General B-02 is a Class-5 tactical asset, but his personality matrix is deeply flawed. He is overly verbose. He complains excessively. He will disturb the tranquility of my mansion."
"Adonis, please," Nikki whined softly. You didn't complain about him before, when he was the one helping you figure yourself out!
