Derrick Hart yawned widely a grin spreading over his face as he looked upon the sight that greeted his wakening eyes. Two young women lay on either side of him sleeping peacefully. It was one of the perks of been immortal, forever appearing young he’d always attract the women… and men, hell, he’d slept with androids. Sex was his only comfort these days, he’d grown too old to love, his only pleasure was physical.
Slipping his arm from under the body of one of the women he checked his wrist strap. The device was bonded to his skin and served four functions, a tracker so he could be found if he ran away, a shock-collar in case he ever rebelled, a communication device so he could receive missions and information, and his favourite function, a watch.
It was just past ten in the morning, Derrick yawned a second time before carefully crawling out the end of the bed and silently getting dressed. He didn’t want to wake the girls and have to talk to them. He pulled on his blue uniform securing the collar and cuffs before pulling on his trench coat and putting his gun on his belt. Looking at the beautiful young women one last time Derrick slipped out of the room and left the building.
Derrick was notorious on the base for seducing pretty young things into his bed and to for that reason he had moved off the base and started seeking the company of the people living in the city and when he was feeling adventurous the near by towns and villages. He often got in trouble for wondering too far. It wasn’t too bad in recent years, he had kept closer to the city and Leor was not as cruel as previous handlers as they called themselves.
Derrick pulled back his cuff on his right wrist so he could look at his wrist strap. He used it to find out where Leor was. The Co-ordinates sent him around the side of the base where he found the cyborg-elf.
“Morning Leor,” he said with one of his humourless smirks.