Page 11 of The Lost Soldier
“Then why do they need to use psychics from our government, or civilians for that matter?” Chad asked, though it came across more as a statement and not something he expected an answer to.
“My talents are limited. I can sense things, but don’t have any clear premonitions. Just all about feeling. My men all have some psychic gifts, but nothing like what I understand you have.” He pointed to Chad.
She swallowed. She’d never been ashamed of her gifts, nor has she ever hidden them, but she didn’t appreciate people dismissing them, even though she knew Scottie had been completely briefed on Chad’s potential through Brett.
“Tell me why I was given charge of a psychic team, instead of you?” Chad asked with a tight voice. The lines on his forehead pronounced more than normal. “And why wasn’t I given the nature of their real mission, which was to draw out the North Korean’s sister unit?”
“I can’t answer that,” Scottie said.
“Can’t. Or won’t?” Chad asked, glaring.
She hated chest pounding more than anything else, and she never expected that of Chad.
“I don’t know the answer.” Scottie shifted his weight. “I didn’t know the team was in the field until after they went missing. As far as their mission, I’ve only learned on the flight over that it was to take out the North Korean team, only we now believe we have a mole. We just don’t know if it’s one of the two men still missing or someone else.”
“How large is the pool of potential suspects including us?” Chad wiped away the perspiration that had beaded on his forehead.
“Myself. The four men here with me now. The medics don’t know anything other than men were killed. My direct superior and I’m sure his, but I can’t verify that. Brett, two of his co-workers and his two bosses along with the four Raven sisters and you.”
“That’s a big, fucking pool,” Chad said behind gritted teeth. “And how do we keep a lid on it?”
“We don’t let the circle get bigger,” Scottie said, scratching his face. “What do you know about the two men still missing?”
No way is Hunter the leak,Chad projected.
Because you believe he’s your brother?
That means I believe Brett is my brother.
I love how you avoid answering my questions.She focused on Scottie, but he’d put a wall up around what little ability he had, so perhaps he was telling the truth about his skills. But that didn’t account for the strong energy that swirled overhead. They weren’t being viewed, but she couldn’t help but feel like someone was trying to reach them.
“I know they are both good men. Both have been under my command for the last six months,” Chad said.
“So was Dalton, whose brother was working for the North Koreans,” Scottie shot back.
Chad glanced around the field, his hand rubbing his shoulder. “I want to keep the circle smaller. Just us three on most things. We bring in others as necessary, but only if we agree.”
I’m picking up on something. Can I remote view and still have a conversation here?Chad asked.
Not well. Most of the time all I can do is sit still and act like I’m reading or something.
Well, here goes nothing.
“I can’t keep this from my men or my boss,” Scottie said.
“I’m going to keep it from mine. Savanah, can you keep this from your sisters?”
She nodded, the lump in her throat growing to epic proportions. She’d never in her life kept anything from hersisters. Even when she’d been kidnapped, she’d done her best to let them know what was going on without putting them in too much danger.
“What do you have in mind?” Scottie asked.
Chad’s eyelids fluttered, and his nose crinkled. “I want to get my men back. After they are in the States, safe and sound, we work together to find the mole.”
Chad raced through the ice cave. He had no idea where he was headed, or how he even knew what to do, but someone was reaching out to him.
He came to a clearing on a mountaintop where Brett sat on a rock.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Chad asked.
