She shook her head as she looked at her lap. "For now, I will indicate in my report that you aren't suitable for training. That's not as rare as you'd think. This will satisfy the Security Ministry who are such a pain in the ass for us seers." They shared a smile. "You're very fortunate that you are able to suppress the perception of your seer sight. With the levels you have, if it was always on your sanity would be at risk."They stood and Katrina pulled Marisa into a warm embrace. "Good luck, Marisa!""Thank you!" Marisa had tears pooling in her lashes from relief and the intense compassion this woman was showing her. She followed the woman to the door and locked up once she was out.She'd been so worried at the complications the Hidden Races Council was going to impose on her life and now that was no longer an issue. She'd completely lucked out with the woman assigned to be her teacher.She glanced at the clock. She had time to get to work only a littl
"I'll work on getting our schedules organized so we're off next weekend. I'll let you know during the week if I'm successful," she said. They stepped into the elevator and Stanley nodded to her. "Looking forward to it. This time I'll cut back on my drinking." "It will be your turn to pick a movie! Make it a good one!" Sandy grinned as she stepped off on her floor and she gave him a happy wave as the door closed. Stanley made his way down and outside where he got into the back of the waiting limo. "Good evening," he said. "Good evening, Stanley," Camila responded, smiling over at him. The limo got underway and they settled back for the drive. "What's a good movie to share with friends?" Stanley asked and Camila's brows rose. "That depends on the friends, doesn't it?" she replied with a smile. "How good are these friends?" Stanley thought about that. "Well, they are very close with each other but I'm the new guy. It's my turn to choose the movie." "Well, they're probably going
Camila bowed to the Minister as well then led Stanley out of the room and back into the small waiting room outside of the main hall. She turned Stanley to face her and gave him a slight smile as she held his eyes with hers. "Did you fall or was dropping to your knees and pressing your face to the ground done for effect?" His face burned with embarrassment. "I was so bloody flustered I lost my balance," he said quietly. "Well it was brilliant and shut down the man's opponents completely. He's gained a tremendous amount of status from that one act," she said equally quiet. He looked at her. "Why aren't we leaving? Aren't we done?" "Minister Imamura's wife will pick us up and take us to his estate. We are having dinner with them tonight and will fly home afterwards. They want to thank us properly," she replied. Another young man approached them with their luggage and gestured for them to follow him. They did and made their way to an underground parking lot where the man held open th
"Run the authentication process once more," he said and when she did the connection was made. "Ah! It's working! What's wrong with port 7?" "I think it was manually configured to use half duplex mode. Do you recall doing that?" he asked. Her frown turned into barely suppressed rage and Stanley was happy it didn't seem to be directed at him. "No, but I know who did it," she growled. "Someone in my class who said he would help me." "Did this person work on your router?" Stanley asked. "He... had the opportunity," she said with a blush as she looked away. "Oh... Ohhhh!" Stanley said as he clued in. She'd had this 'friend' in her bedroom. "Why, uh, why would he have sabotaged your assignment?" "So he could take my place as top of the class," she said stiffly. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to embarrass you. What he did was really mean. The way to get back at him would be-" "To gut him with a fishing knife!" she snarled. "No! You show up with your project not only complete but exceedi
Camila was sitting in the hospital waiting room when Marisa, Sigrid, and Mr. Duncan rushed in. "How is he?" Marisa gasped. "I haven't heard from the doctor yet." "Why did you fly him all the way home before getting him medical attention!" Sigrid barked. She'd been in a state since receiving the shaky call from Camila hours before. Camila glared at her. "I wasn't given a choice!" A shiver went through her as her mind flashed back to the moment. There was a large thump from the back which shook the plane. Then the lights suddenly went out, plunging her into darkness. She felt the cold hand on her shoulder and the voice by her ear sent a burst of terror through her. "Bring him home." Only three words but Camila knew exactly who had spoken them and how far away she'd been when she spoke them. The lights came back on and the Pilot was finally able to open the stuck cockpit door. He came rushing back into the passenger section. "What was that?!?" he called out as Camila looked into
"They're great, Stanley. Everything works perfectly! Good job. Get some rest," the man said awkwardly. "Good..." Stanley said with a smile and drifted off. Marisa covered him with the blanket and followed Mr. Duncan out into the living room where Camila was sitting with Sigrid. She took a seat across from her mother as the big man made his way into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and made a happy noise when he spotted a baking pan of brownies. He pulled it out, got a knife from the drawer, and carried both back to the living room. He sat next to Marisa, peeled back the plastic wrap, and cut her a brownie which she accepted with a smile. He cut two more for Camila and Sigrid then one for himself. "Oh my god, this is good!" Marisa sighed as the chocolatey treat melted in her mouth. "Did Yuko make these?" Camila asked looking suspiciously at the square in her hand. Marisa stopped eating to look at her nervously. "No, I believe these were from the pretty blond neighbor," Sigrid exp
Marisa bit her lip then nodded as she stepped back. She followed Sandy down the short hall and immediately ducked behind her to shut Stanley's bedroom door as the other woman headed for the kitchen. They met back in the hall. Sandy looked behind Marisa and raised an eyebrow. "You know, I am a nurse." "Yes, but this isn't a hospital so Stanley's privacy matters here," Marisa said gently. "But I'm a friend!" "He's not up for visiting friends at the moment I'm afraid," Marisa countered. Sandy panned her eyes down Marisa's body and smiled. "You're a very good Executive Assistant. Very protective." Marisa returned the smile. "I like to think so." "But are you his friend?" Sandy asked with a coy smile. "I'm that as well but tonight I'm his assistant first." "Are you anything else to Stanley?" Sandy asked, trying to sound casual. Her voice held just the slightest tremor in it which gave away how intimidated she was by Marisa's beauty. Marisa fixed her eyes on Sandy's and saw the wo
She gave Sandy a worried look as she had no idea when she'd return to consciousness. She needed Stanley to finish, quickly but he was... why was he moving so slowly? Marisa turned her head to look over her shoulder. Stanley's eyes were barely open and glazed with the drugs in his system. He was also trembling from the pain of holding himself upright. She could see his bruised muscles twitching from fatigue. It was only the drugs blocking the pain receptors that enabled him to stay upright. She gasped in dismay seeing the pain his body was experiencing. Still he thrust in and pulled out, driving Marisa insane with lust until her own body began to tremble with fatigue. She needed to cum so badly! She squeezed his cock with her pussy as he pushed himself deep and he slid a thick thumb into her ass. Marisa's mind exploded as the sudden intensity triggered a chain reaction in her. Her glamor dropped and she moaned as her limbs stretched outwards, electricity jumping and flashing through
They stopped at the guardhouse where a startled looking soldier stared at them, then just waved them through. They returned to the building with the auditorium. The Colonel, the General, Hugh, and the lab coats were waiting for them. Corporal Dane handed the camera back to the technician, who accepted it excitedly. He immediately reviewed the recording and made excited sounds to his colleagues.The General was trying to school his expression but wasn't too successful."How... how are you feeling, son?" he asked softly from his tight throat.The big marine saluted him with a wide smile. "I feel really good, sir! So much better than I was after the explosion and maybe better than my best day."Hugh's expression was satisfied. "I know a lot of other soldiers who might appreciate the same chance."Mick stepped forward. "Sir, what we saw today was just short of a miracle. His body rejected the conversion, and we almost lost him. The injury he sustained created a break in the flow, and he a
Gordon took in the ribbons pinned to the marine's dress uniform. He'd done some pretty impressive things in his career. He stepped forward and returned the man's salute. "I'm Colonel Gordon Crane.""Gunnery Sergeant Christopher Endale."Gordon smiled and gestured to the soldiers, who were now all smiling at him. "I suppose your security clearance has been escalated to allow you to witness this, so let me introduce you to my squad. Up until yesterday, they were a group of highly trained human soldiers. We were charged with capturing a small group of Silver People. Instead, my people got turned into Silver People themselves. They're still the same soldiers, but you can't really call them human any longer. Not that they've complained.""We can run so fast!" Yablonski gushed.The squad burst into chuckles, and the marine's eyes widened at the odd sound."Maybe discipline has been affected," Crane grumbled, and his squad snapped to attention as the argument was over and the two men returne
"I'm not at my peak either. I had to use a fair amount to deal with Carl de Bellisle. But I don't intend to fight Nuru. I don't want her job!" she exclaimed.Sigrid snorted in amusement, and the phone chirped. Camila pressed the button. "Yes?""Your 9 AM is here," Felix said."Thank you. Please send them in."Sigrid stood to face the door as Camila joined her. "Remember our visit to Walter's cavern?" the blond asked quietly, and Camila nodded as she smiled at Nuru, who strode in with her bodyguards at her sides. They shut the door.The waves of energy radiating from the leader confirmed Camila's guess that she'd been overfeeding in preparation for this meeting. She sighed, as in contrast, Camila held back on her output the best she could. She forced a smile onto her lips."Greetings, Nuru Onwudiwe," Camila began and bowed her head to the other woman."Camila Villamor, you are not presenting the excess of power you did the other night," Nuru snapped.Camila looked up and nodded. "As I
Keeping the destination drop zone in his mind, he opened the tear, and Henry fell through to drop three feet to the grass below. The back of his head landed on the small brass commemorative plate bolted to the stone next to the bushes. Xiong winced but quickly closed the tear as he saw the beam of a flashlight approaching.He hoped their friend was okay as they'd asked so much from him. He looked back to the pile of charred remains. Something shiny caught his attention. It was up where Henry's head had been. Xiong reached down and lifted the crystal ganglion from the ground. His body must have rejected it after he was healed.Xiong couldn't inform Henry that he no longer had their transplanted capacity to wield magic. He also had no idea how Henry got it out yet completed his spell.He looked to the others. "We will bury these remains in the forest glade to honor our friend, Henry."A feeling of joy and love washed through him from the others. The Glass People loved the idea, as they
He felt Xiong withdrawing, and through the magic in him, he picked up snippets of a conversation Xiong was having with all of the other Glass People. The volume was a bit overwhelming as there were so many voices, and they were upset. They seemed to be talking about making him a Glass Person because of his injuries. To save him. Xiong was trying to tell them it wouldn't work as he'd already been subjected to the same energies, and he wasn't glass now.Henry was beginning to get seriously worried. How badly was he hurt? He felt someone close by and reached out to the mind. It was one of the Silver People.It physically touched him, and he linked minds with the young female. Concepts and perceptions were flowing through their link. She was sad. She'd heard he was the hero who'd saved all of the people on this planet and many on Earth. He imagined looking through her eyes at him, and she allowed it.He saw his Human glamor, and he looked no worse for wear. That was a relief. He dropped t
Crane shrugged. "I might have gotten more information, but Palmer's team decided to make his attempt at capturing my team.""You informed your team to run. They're now on the loose," Palmer asserted."No, they've gone to ground and will contact me tomorrow. They're still my squad. They remain devoted to the mission, as do I," Gordon asserted."But they won't come in," Baines growled."Yes, they'll come in, but not if they're going to be experimented on. Fully human soldiers would behave the same way under this threat, and there's no need for it. They've already proven they'll tell us everything we need to know." He locked eyes with the General. "Having a squad of bulletproof soldiers able to move faster than we can register with our eyes gives us one hell of an advantage, wouldn't you say? And remember, we know how to make more."That got through to the man."I'd personally like to speak to one of these Silver People," said the man with the crooked smile.Crane nodded. "We saw a repor
"Status report, Mick," Crane commanded through his mic. Their radios were shielded, so they still worked.The sergeant was still a little overwhelmed by the shared emotions, but she pulled it together and answered. "Colonel. The pseudo-clouds appear to be dead. The strike zone of the last prolonged bolt is too energized for us to enter. In the center of this zone is a body. We can't get close enough to make a positive identification or to determine if the person is alive or not. It looks to be a male based on body shape and clothing. The area is sprouting new growth unnaturally fast. Grasses and flowers are actually growing before our eyes. The four Silver People we met in Tennessee were here before we arrived, and they showed us how lightning affects the plant life where it strikes."And how exactly did they do that?" Crane asked, weariness in his tone.Mick felt a little uneasy with what she was about to confess, but she pushed ahead. "Uh, it seems we can speak mind to mind if we ho
As he got closer, he could feel every hair on his body beginning to stand on end. Little sparks were jumping between the strands, and he could taste something metallic. The rain was picking up, as was the wind, and soon he was drenched. The closer Henry got, the brighter the sparks snapping across his body became. It felt like his entire body was being pricked by pins and needles. The woman suddenly looked up at him and stopped with a look of fear on her face, clutching her child to her side.Henry looked closely at her and realized her hair was as soaked as his, but hers wasn't attracting the sparks at all.He looked past the woman and saw the tiny sparks leaping through the gap between himself and the approaching storm. He was a lightning rod! FUCK! He had to get away from her and the children! He spotted two young men running by."STOP!" he roared, and they froze in fear. "Help her get her children to cover!" he ordered, and they rushed to her and got her moving, one pushing her ca
"Shit!" Crane exclaimed.Sam looked at his friends then back to the Colonel. "These things duking it out over a city would not be good. I don't know what effect the lightning would have on people, but I can't imagine it would be good." A sudden pang of guilt made him look to the new Silver People they'd made. "You should know, we get our energy from the lightning. I guess it's how we eat."Jake scowled at Sam, but he just shrugged. He wasn't about to let them starve to death.Brenda and Jeannie went back into the barn and returned with handfuls of the silver strips, handing them out to the soldiers. Brenda took the remaining strips back to the barn when they no longer melted into the soldier's skin."We have to leave," the Colonel said, looking at Sam."That's cool with us. It's up to you what happens to your people. We're just going to keep running as that's what feels best. We won't interfere with you. I'd like to ask that you do the same for us, but maybe you don't have that author