Page 29 of The Lost Soldier
“There is a plethora of reasons. None of which I’m feeling like I want to discuss.” He took a long drag off his pipe, sending the smoke toward the ceiling. “I’ve worked for years to develop my gifts, but they halted in their growth many years ago. But you.” He shook his head. “You seem to be cultivating abilities left and right.”
“I have only two psychic abilities. One is remote viewing and the other is telepathy. I can’t communicate with everyone. Just my sister and boyfriend.” She left out that she had three sisters, and she’d been able to communicate with Brett on occasion. “I think you’re the one who is blocking me.”
Jung shook his head. “Tsk. Tsk. Blocking you would prevent me from harnessing your gifts, using them to achieve my goals.”
“How do you harness my gifts, other than forcing me to use them?” This she really needed to hear.
“Every time a true psychic uses their gifts, they emote an energy like an aura. Someone who can see and interpret those auras can help others recreate them, giving them new powers. We’re also developing techniques to synthetically create the auras, so all a person would have to do is drink a cocktail and next thing you know, they can read minds.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Nothing is impossible,” Jung said.
She arched a brow. “Is that what you’re doing with the men upstairs?”
“You’re persistent. I like that.”
One of the guards walked into the room. “Sir, I need to speak with you for a moment.”
“Excuse me,” Jung said as he breezed by; his musky cologne closed her throat, cutting off her ability to take a decent breath.
“Okay, whoever is messing with my abilities, make yourself known.”
She tapped her toe impatiently against the carpet.
“Blocking me only prevents me from helping the men being tortured.”She knew Jung could be lying, since the entire idea of harnessing power was absurd, but she had to try to plead her case. If this person was American, or on her side, she needed to make them understand they were only making matters worse.
“I will make myself known when Chad gets here, and things are safe,” an unfamiliar male voice rang out. “Until then, I’m locking your powers. You’ll know when it’s safe to use them.”
A warm tingle spread across her body like a fleece blanket on a cool night.“Who are you? How do you know about Chad?”
Suddenly, a chill crept into her bones.
“Wait. Don’t go,”she pleaded, but she knew whoever had spoken to her was gone.
Chad slammed the Jeep into park, jumping from the vehicle, barely snagging the keys as he bolted across the unpaved, makeshift road. If Brett hadn’t devised a game plan by now, Chad was going in both barrels loaded.
A dozen men, plus Brett, stood around a table under a tarp. The sun had peeking through the thick jungle trees as the sun began its decent, giving way to the night sky.
“Welcome to the party,” Brett said, extending a hand.
“What’s the plan?” He took a spot next to Brett at the head of the table.
“The house is protected from other psychics using their power. Not sure how or by who, but none of these men can penetrate it.”
“I can,” Chad said, studying the layout of the house. He’d only seen it from the outside.
“So can I.” Brett cocked his head. “Which makes me wonder if whoever is doing this is trying to draw us in.”
“Yeah, but why?” Chad scratched the back of his head.
“That’s the million-dollar question, and I’ve got plan to get the answer,” Brett said.
“What’s that?” All Chad wanted to do was beat down the door and get Savanah. He should have never let her go. Staying in the view would have prevented her from being captured. She would have been safer alone in the cabin.
“I’m going to remote view. If I can remove an object from a different plane, I can bring one in.”
“Have you ever done that, sir?” one of the men asked.
