“I
don’t know how you can not discuss,” and that was all he got to say before she
stopped him.
“Like
you said,” and her voice was firm, “we go where they tell us, and no,” this
time was no different from any other, “I will not discuss him with you. You know nothing about it, and as far as
everyone is concerned nothing ever happened.”
“Right,”
as if he really believed that and he opened the can, “and Santa is coming here
next week.”
“I
hear he just bought a dune buggy,” and as they continued to eat she added, “I
think we need to focus on tonight.” Rob
nodded and they finished the meal in silence. Tonight was going to be stressful
enough, no sense in starting it off wrong.
Jan knew it was his job to not only to be her partner, but also to keep
her from becoming involved emotionally with anyone. According to the PED department there should
be no long lasting relationships; they belonged to the company once they signed
the paperwork. Funny thing was that once
she had met Ward, another reader in the department, she had found something
that she never had expected, companionship, a soul-mate really. It might be love, but even that might be too
strong of a term for right now. She was
sure of one thing though, they were obsessed with each other.
It
was now one in the morning and the bad supper long since forgotten. No moon meant no light. She was dressed in black from head to toe and
had even pulled a black silk hood over her head with small slits in it so she
could see. It was almost as bad as
wearing a burka all day. The temperature
had dropped a whole four degrees she would guess. On top of the main building she was out of
the reach of all the security lights.
Touching her ear she tapped the lip microphone she had hidden away. One click meant she was in and okay. Rob was worried about her; he always was but
she was the only one who could enter the complex though. Without her ability to read minds there
would’ve be no way to find their operative.
If she didn’t find the operative, then the meeting tomorrow afternoon
would be a fatal catastrophe, and that was not about to happen on her watch for
so many reasons.
Flattening
out on top of the roof she began her search through all the minds in the large
house. A trickle of sweat ran down her
neck to the front of her shirt and then another one ran down between her
shoulder blades. She stilled as she came
closer to the bedroom areas and since most people were asleep she was in and
out of a head in just seconds.
“Have
you found him?” The thought entered her
head easily. It helped that she was
wearing an earpiece. With two quick
clicks she gave Rob a negative answer, “I really wish I could have gone in for
you.” They always had this discussion. He wanted to protect her even if that wasn’t
what was needed or required from the job.
Jan just smiled at the thought. “Okay, I’ll stop playing dad now and
tell you to get your butt moving and find this guy.” This guy was called Streak, and he was
proving harder to find than she expected. The fact that he had been undercover
in this operation for many months made her, and his boss, more than a little
worried about his state of mind.
She
was to do a full scan of his mind and access his stability before giving him
the information about the meet, hence the need for a mind reader. She was in control of whether or not the
mission continued. The lives of four PED
agents and one Special Forces team, not to mention Streak’s life, all depended
on her. Many men broke under this kind
of strain and so far from what she had read in his files he wouldn’t, but that
didn’t mean his superiors weren’t worried about it. She closed her eyes and looked for her
target. At first she felt an uneasiness
below her and to her right. The man
moved, and bingo. It was time to start
her assessment.
His mind was solid, well ordered and quick. It would be a phenomenal comment from a
reader for any normal read, but for him it would be expected. All people who had been recruited for
operations that required deep undercover work would be like this. These men and women were the type that would
be the top two to three percent of the population. He would be smart, well organized, a quick
thinker, and above average with problem solving skills. It also didn’t hurt that he was well trained
in many forms of martial arts and weaponry.
She could also tell that he was restless and frustrated that he hadn’t
been contacted yet. Well, in a moment
she would deal with that frustration.
She began to move spider-like across the roof making sure she wasn’t
seen. Clicking her mike once to let Rob
know she had found him.
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