Page 6 of The Lost Soldier
One of them, Hunter Knight, was the demo man for the missing SEAL team. Chad had first met him two weeks after he’d let Savanah walk out of his life. Hunter’s team had just been assigned to Chad’s command and were prepping for a tour in South Korea. A couple of weeks ago, the team had gotten word about a group of unfriendlies crossing the border from the north to the south. That’s when Chad had lost contact.
“You don’t fear me,” Savanah said, resting her hands on his shoulders, her fingers curling around the sides of his neck. “Your powers are strong, and you’ve never had anyone to help you develop them. The anxiety that must cause—”
He melded his mouth against hers in a soft, tender dance they’d done a million times. His tongue searching and exploring her sweet nectar. Everything about Savanah turned him on. He tore his lips from hers, taking a step back. “I’m not anxious about being intuitive.”
She cocked her head, the right side of her mouth tipping upward. “Intuitive? Okay. We can start with that.”
“I often have to rely on my intuition when working in the field, making split-second decisions that could save or take a life. I have trepidation using that over other resources. We can’t savesomeone miles away unless we have boots on the ground, and even then, it might be too late.”
“Our gifts can’t save or protect everyone, but they can make a difference.”
He turned his back, running a hand through his nearly buzzed hair.
You have a gift, son, and it’s not just football. You’re special. You know things others don’t. See things others can’t. I know it can be scary at times, and I wish I could tell you it would always be a good thing, but I can’t.
His father’s words cut straight through his heart as they crashed into the barrier he’d built around the memories. It hadn’t been until he’d turned sixteen that he told his dad about the premonitions. His father had said his mother, Chad’s adopted grandmother, had the sharpest intuition of anyone he’d ever met. She always knew when he’d been feeling down, or something bad had happened, but she could also see his future, which was one of the reasons he’d adopted Chad in the first place.
His grandmother had seen it in a dream and told him all the time of the boy that would come and make his life complete and how special the boy would be.
Chad had never gotten the chance to meet his grandmother.
“The water is running, and I suspect it won’t be hot for long,” he said, strolling into the kitchen. A dozen packs of dehydrated food lined the counter. “We’ll talk about our game plan over food and coffee when you’re done.”
“All right.”
He didn’t look in her direction until the door clicked closed. The ability to sense how someone was feeling was totally different from knowing what will happen in the future. Not all of his visions had come to fruition, and it had been a long time since he had one. His mind eddied with a mirage of images, andhe couldn’t control them, nor could he separate them, but they all had to do with Savanah, and he needed to push those out of his head and focus on Hunter Knight.
And Hunter’s team.
Chad found a pot, filled it with water, and placed it on the gas burner. The coffee was instant, which was gross, but he got used to it in the field. Same with the dried noodles and beef that looked more like rabbit pellets than tiny pieces of meat. Food, while on an op, was never about taste, only nourishment.
While he waited for the water to boil, he fired up the computer. Next to the laptop, he noticed a book titled:A Psychic’s Guide to Crossing Abilitiesby Riley Jacobs. He sat down, opening the book to the table of contents. He’d never read anything about psychics other than a few studies he’d come across here and there in the military. The government had all sorts of programs centered around the topic along with various top-secret projects. Ones that Chad had tried to avoid, even when being heavily recruited.
This thing with the SEAL team and the Projection Project, he hadn’t been given a choice. His commander gave him a direct order. Chad had tried to find a way to pull out of the operation to no avail.
He flipped to the section titled THE COLLECTIVE ORDER.
Four sisters.
Four quadruplet brothers, separated at birth.
Is it a myth? Legend? Or did the Collective Order exist and will it be reunited, helping to unify psychics all over the globe and keeping those from using the powers for evil?
It’s believed that in the mid eighteen hundreds, a group of psychics, who referred to themselves as The Collective Order, were hunted by those who believed they were witches and burned them at the stakes. Those that survived disbanded as a collective group, but believed that one day, four sisters wouldmeet four very special brothers. These quadruplet boys are direct descendants of one of the most powerful psychics known in our history: Dimitri Orgaloph.
It was Dimitri’s oldest daughter, Helena, who foreshadowed the sisters and brothers coming together in the twenty-first century. Helena described the future as a place where people like them were called upon for help instead of rounded up and murdered.
Hearing the door to the bathroom squeak open, he set the book down and glanced over his shoulder. “Feel better?” he asked, swallowing his breath as Savanah stood in the middle of the room, towel drying her thick, blond hair, wearing a white tank top that hugged her large breasts, heaving them upward. Cameo pants hung off her wide, voluptuous hips. He had always enjoyed the curves of her body. Full and firm. Strong yet so utterly feminine he couldn’t see straight.
“Better enough.” She hooked the towel on the door, running her fingers through the long strands. “What do we have to eat?”
“Just think nourishment, not food.” Setting the book aside, he stood.
“Don’t get up, I’ll do it.” She raised her hand.
“Just add a cup of water to each packet, shake, pour, and bam, we’ve got dinner.” He did his best to ignore the fresh scent of basic soap. Who knew that could be so sexy?
“What are you reading?”
