Page 25 of The Lost Soldier
“Get in it, too. I’m on my way.”
“Hurry,” she said as she climbed on the back of the vehicle, standing on the bumper. Her body ached and skin still burned from crossing her mind with Hunter’s body. “First few trucks pulling out.”
“I see you.”
She glanced over her shoulder. A sense of relief settled deep inside as he jumped onto the back of the truck right before it lurched forward.
“You doing okay? You look a little green.” He wrapped a protective arm around her waist, holding her tight.
“I crossed bodies with I think Hunter, and he’s a cosmic ball of psychic energy right now.”
“If he’s one of my brothers, I’m going to have to have a talk with him about doing anything with my girlfriend.”
She swallowed the butterflies floating from her stomach to her throat. “Now you’re freaking me out on how easily you’re accepting this.”
“Not easily, just I’ve been fighting it my entire life, and I’m tired of it.”
CHAPTER 8
Chad foughtthe increasing stabbing pain in his temples. He didn’t know if it was because he’d forced Savanah to return to reality, leaving him inside her view, or if it was caused by whatever psychic phenomenon was happening to Hunter.
And why only Hunter?
The other SEAL being held captive, Karl Homer, seemed to be free of those things that surrounded Hunter. Savanah had fed Chad all the information she could about both SEALs. Hunter, obviously the most talented between the two, had the ability to communicate telepathically, move and manipulate objects, which was known as telekinesis, and the most interesting to Chad, something called retrocognition, or the ability to view past events.
Chad sat on a tree stump, just fifteen yards west of the small house where Hunter and Homer’s captors had set up camp. With everyone speaking Korean, he wished he could remote view an interpreter or somehow miraculously understand the language. That said, he understood enough based on their actions, that Hunter and Homer’s days, or hours, were limited.
“Where are you, Savanah?” he projected.
“Ten miles away,” she said, her voice softer and shallower than normal when she spoke to him. He figured it was because his mind was fifty miles from his body, and she was communicating from one plane to the next.
He stifled a laugh.
No one could make this kind of shit up and never in a million years did he think he’d ever embrace it so wholeheartedly.
But he did.
And not just because he loved Savanah.
But because he knew deep down his destiny was to be reunited with his brothers. He shook his head. What an odd thought to have about people he had never met and really, it was a wild story.
However, that story was his reality.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“I’ve been worse,” he admitted.
“I don’t like the sound of that. We know the location. Go back to your body and catch up to us here.”
“No,” he said sternly. “Once you make camp, enter the view. Then I’ll go back to my body. We can’t lose Hunter and Homer now.”
“I’ll let you know right before I run to my waterfall.”
“Talk soon.” He stood, stretching, which made him chuckle because his body sat in a hard metal chair back at the cabin. Alone. The longer he stayed disconnected, the harder it would be to snap back. He waved his hand in front of his face. His hologram was still strong, but he could tell it faded.
Just another fifteen minutes, he told himself. Then he could rejuvenate himself and work on the same plane as the action would be.
He walked the perimeter of the house, inching closer to the back. A few groans and screams echoed in the night.
