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Chapter 16

Psychics

The miles roared by as the pair rode in virtual silence.

It was nearly 80 miles from the city to the small town that was their destination.

Harriet didn’t ask why they were going to Marshland, and he did not appear ready to offer the information.

It was a full 50 miles before he said a word.

“They were all in my head,” he said apologetically, “I couldn’t handle the traffic in my skull.”

“How many of them were there?” Harriet asked.

“Couldn’t tell,” He answered, “I have never been in the top tier of psy people. My strength was organizing. That’s why I have always had a team to work with. If I had to make a living from my psychic powers I would starve.”

“How did they know to get you?”

“There was a general ‘broadcast’ to names on the list.”

Harriet did not look happy with that.

“Have you thought that some on that list might have been planted there as spies?” Harriet said.

“With the power of the minds involved,” Sebastian reassured her, “They could have told who was thinking ‘un-pure’ thoughts. Spies among telepaths are very rare.”

“Rare is a relative word,” Harriet concluded.

“The location wasn’t given right away,” Claus explained, “I’m sure they were checking out the minds before they called them to join in.”

“We can only hope,” skeptical Harriet admitted, then, “How many can we expect to meet there?”

“I am not that skilled a psychic,” Claus said, “But I am hoping for a freakin’ army.”

“We’ll need it if we hope to stand a chance.”

At that moment they passed a taco stand, and Claus looked at Harriet with pleading in his eyes. The big man had not had a large breakfast and anything sounded good.

“There will be food there,” his companion admonished him, “And we cannot take the chance.”

“Telepaths are notoriously bad cooks,” came from his curled lips.

“What, they can’t read the minds of good chefs and then follow instructions?”

“They forget that the food will not talk to them and tell them when it is done,” Sebastian Claus told her, “And their egos will not admit that they don’t already know it.”

“Psychics with egos? Who’d have thought it?”

“That is always their downfall,” he said, “That and letting the bath water run over.”

“What?” Harriet said.

“They forget that the water won’t talk to them either,” he told her, “They cause a lot of ceiling replacement work.”

Harriet was not made confident by this.

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