Page 34 of The Lost Soldier
Chad chuckled. “You’ve got my back, right?”
“Damn straight, bro.”
Chad pushed off the wall and waltzed into the foyer. “I think you’re looking for me,” he said, dropping his weapon to the ground, holding his hands up in the air. “Let her go.”
“Hell, no.”
“She’s nobody.”
What the hell are you doing?her voice, laced with anger, vibrated in his mind.
Just follow along.
Jung pressed the blade into Savanah’s cheek. A tinge of blood trickled down her face. “Oh, she’s somebody all right, and so are you.”
Chad laughed. “Her psychic abilities are small potatoes compared to mine.”
Jung frowned, his gaze running up and down Chad’s body like a slug sliding down a moss-covered pole. “I do sense you have strong talents.”
“You have no idea what I can do. It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before.”
“Take off your earpiece,” Jung order.
Chad slipped it off, dropping it to the ground.
Hey Chad, want to have a little brotherly psychic bonding?Brett projected.
Dare I ask what that means?
You can view and remove the knife from his hands, and I can view and remove the gun from the guard. We snap back, and they won’t know what hit them.
That’s so crazy it just might work.
Um, hello, the girl with the cold blade against her skin doesn’t think that’s such a good idea,Savanah said.You’d be too close to your bodies to do it and crossing organic—
Chad interrupted her,how many things have we done in the last twenty-four hours that we’re not supposed to be able to do.
Fine,she projected.But if something bad happens, it won’t be my fault.
Just be still.Chad drew upon his ice cave. It looked almost too small, as if he wouldn’t be able to fit, but as he ran, the room elongated, stretching everything out of proportion like silly putty and the imprint of a newspaper cartoon.
Just as his mind popped into the psychic plane, he felt a sting of cold air as something hit his shoulder.
“What the hell was that?” he asked, hoping Brett had an answer.
“Me. I think I hit you on the way in.”
“Wonderful. We better do this fast. I’m not feeling too good.”
“Me neither,” Brett said.
Chad focused on the metal object and not the question Jung asked on the reality plane. Thankfully, Savanah answered it for him. While his talents were multiplying, actually speaking during a view was something he hadn’t mastered.
The metal was cold to his touch, but Savanah’s skin burned like a cattle iron seconds after being pulled out of the fire.
“Ready?” he asked Brett.
“On three. One. Two. Three.”
