The things I do for my country… Covert recon, special ops, the occasional assassination. The work I do in the shadows keeps people safe. It's what I do. It’s who I am. What I am not is a fucking sex-bot. But according to the plump little cutie I just discovered locked away in what is supposed to be a secret bioweapons laboratory, that's exactly what she needs me to be to ensure her safety and mine. Don't ever let it be said that I'm not up for the job at hand.
The things I do for my freedom… To guarantee the money and equipment I needed to do my job and save lives, I made a deal with the devil. Now I'm trapped. Held against my will and forced to use my inventions to make state-of-the-art sex-bots, I will do anything to get out of here. But I need help. And the sexy soldier who just snuck into my quarters might be the man to do it. If he doesn't get us both killed first…
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