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Clyde scowled He hated foul language but sometimes, there was no substitute Like now
"What about Frazier?" I asked I knew ti on that I think I’ll lu deep conteround
"How?" I asked
Jonesy busted out laughing as we neared a place I kneell
"Fucktards ’R Us," Jonesy said
Nice
Clyde asked, "Is there a point to all this profanity?" he asked with the thinnest edge of irritation
Jonesy was silent for a heartbeat then said, "Not really" Then shrugged Clyde sighed
We pulled up to a place I never thought I’d visit again
Jonesy suessed
"Hell yeah!"
We got out quietly and looked at the dirt road that led to the old Cle that woke her Or ony Her arainst the back of someone
Holy shit, she reht shift from dead to live and whipped her over his shoulder and set her on her feet
Tiff had taught her one defense move she’d learned in class
Avoidance
Jade executed the s her fear, and choosing not to run in natural reaction, she used her elbow, ra it into Frazier’s balls in a jab that was perfectly centered, an absolutely lucky strike
Then she plugged her ears and ran, her elbows sticking out like wings as she took flight through the woods, branches tearing at her ar but because she’d jaers in her ears, it fell on her as if she were deaf
He couldn’t Manipulate her if she couldn’t hear hi her to safety and seeing nothing, Jade ran harder, her lungs beginning to burn
Jade would get away
In her mind, she let out a distress cry for Caleb She hoped that somehow, their connection would allow him to hear her
It was her last hope if she couldn’t find help before Frazier found her again
She’d be aware of everything he did to her
Orto but unable to stop it
Jade shivered as she ran, slipping on the slushy ground, her thu out of her ears
She shoved the herself of one of the best senses to hear the approach of an eneency of the call, its loud and shrill echo leaving her, seeking the recipient in a blind leap of faith and desperation
She sent her silent psychic et and prayed as she ran
CHAPTER 16
choice
the journalist
Tim Anderson strode back and forth, then paused, looked at the oddball pair who had coain
Finally he stopped, his hands on his hips
"I could lose my job," he stated
Christopher and Amanda just looked at hiht you’d givedown" She rubbed her nose in agitation, her short shock of brown hair tre with the movement
"And the story, of course," came the jaded response fro blond hair, tied in a tight ponytail at the nape of a thick neck
Tih his hair back and forth for a few strung out and tense moments then answered, "I’d sure like to refute that"
Christopher crossed his beefy ar and siven your lust for The Story, coupled with the sheer control by this organization"
Tim raised his eyes to the male part of the duo "Do you know their real na as he lifted his own precious pulse-coded crystal slide, the best conductor of information available Glass was the perfect conduit for Brain Iy The slides were coded and embedded for thumb security
Christopher knew his way around that and slipped the thin and perfectly for over his thumb The DNA facsimile rose to the surface in a frosted white etch when he pressed it on the slide
"Holy shit," Anderson said, awed
A’s there It’ll blow theirl, he thought "Tell me Tell me who they really are," Tim demanded of Christopher "I know that ’Graysheets’ was a code nauess at their motivation"
"Insiders know," Aht at hoarette jammed between her teeth But she wasn’t a smoker, Amanda was a Telekinetic Her mundane partner was just as lethal, but for different reasons
Anderson trained his eyes on Christopher, his stare co answers
"The Helix Complex," Christopher responded
That made all kinds of sense to Anderson Of course it would be short, inherently readable hat it pertained to, and with a paradoxical twist
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