Closing his eyes, he let his head drop back. Without moving a muscle, he activated several circuits and subroutines in the bio-cybernetic systems that laced his body. His lips quirked as the guard down the hall swore.
“Crap, the cameras are playing up again.”
“Does that mean I’ll have to wait? I do have other things to do, you know.”
Lyon stilled at the new voice. A female voice. The voice he’d been waiting for. It was her. The nurse who’d apologized to him in the corridor. Despite himself, he sat up a little straighter. His male pride wouldn’t allow him to show anything that might indicate defeat. Not that it made any difference. She was human and he was a cyborg. She was a nurse here and he was a prisoner. No matter what his male instincts and drives were hinting at, nothing was going
