Gifted Connections: Book 2(67)

I proceeded into the room, and the woman lying there looked like she was approximately four or five months pregnant. She also looked like she was high on something. She barely acknowledged us as we came into the room.

I moved to her bed and placed a hand on her arm. She was unrestrained. I looked everywhere, mystified. I shrugged and allowed Michael to lift her up. It wasn’t until we neared the exit that she started screaming like a wild banshee.

“No, no. Can’t go!” she screamed.

I held my hands on her back and thought calm thoughts. I could feel her fighting me, but finally she calmed down.

Jace came running out of the room and sighed in relief when he saw us standing inside the door. “They have implants in them. It has a dual purpose that can work independently of each other or simultaneously. It works like a shock collar with an electric fence and releases a drug into their system. They become nearly catatonic with it, and facilities like this also have boxes that activate if they move too far from them. If they get too far, it releases a poison and kills them instantaneously.”

I looked at him in shock. “What do we do?”

“The girl in the other room is too strong for the implants to last long, she knows where the units that trigger the poison are located. At least they can’t be poisoned. We just need Jemmy to fry them.” Jace explained. “Jemmy, come in,” Jace talked into his mic.

She was silent for a few moments before she said, “The eyes are off!” I can hear the giddiness in her voice.

“Great,” Jace said with amused dryness. “Now, please return, and if your team is available, we need your assistance.”



Jemmy, Gavin, and John made quick work of frying the units. Remy had secured some of the metal balls that they implanted in the girls so we could have someone dissect it and figure out how they worked. He also grabbed the syringe-looking instruments they used to implant them.

In the end, we were able to locate a total of twelve females ranging from 16 to 28 years of age, from our estimation. None of the females had names or records that we could find.

The other two guards were dispatched with no problems. I was taking one of the last girls out to the waiting bus when I heard the alarms from the building go off.

“He is running,” a voice full of frustration filled my ear.

“I just lost him on the stairs.” I heard someone else curse.

I didn’t think as I ran towards the building, not believing that not too long ago, I was laid up in a hospital bed, sick. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the night that kept me going. Jace and Remy fell into step beside me.

“They took those steps up,” Remy stated as he pointed to the stairwell to the far side of the building.

As Jace ripped open the door, bullets whizzed towards us. I knew none of our guys carried guns, so I immediately threw up a force field to protect us. I could see our guys taking out our threats from behind.

“Where did he go?” Terrance called down to us. “Did you see him?”

“He’s using his gift.” Jaxson sighed as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“He threw off my block,” Collin said as he entered the stairwell. I could see the self-doubt in his eyes—he had thought he was powerful. I was able to throw off his block, and now, so had Dr. Neil.

I dropped the force field and grabbed Jace’s hand. “He’s invisible, right, but could we still feel him?”

“If he bumped into us,” Remy said slowly as realization dawned in his eyes.

“Maybe we can feel him,” I whispered urgently to Jace. I imagined the picture of the man I had seen. I imagined feeling him. I imagined how he may be feeling.

With our hands connected, our gifts’ energy started wrapping around us. I could feel it. I could almost hear it as it buzzed with intangible vigor. Physically, I wasn’t aware of moving, but mentally, I felt myself moving, continuing my hold on Jace. Instinctively, I knew with our hands linked we were more powerful. We were both the positive and negative energy to jumpstart the gift within.

We moved as one unit up one set of stairs and opened the door. My senses picked up distant yelling, but the panicked beating of a heart drew me. I was oblivious to everything else. It reminded me of the rapid heartbeat of a cornered rabbit. It was him. I recognized it without a shadow of a doubt. We opened a door to the left and the sound got louder. I almost had to cover my ears at the intensity.

“Reveal yourself,” I commanded him.

I hadn’t realized Remy, Terrance, Collin, Jaxson, Michael, and Will had followed us into the room until I heard the audible gasp. I looked back at the man cowered under the table. I could see him vainly attempt to vanish once more, but he was powerless to under my compulsion.

We had his lap top, we had his research, and most importantly, we had him.



Clean up was no fun, now that the adrenaline of the chase was wearing off. Most of us was returning to the building to get our restrained prisoners. Others were up in the labs, grabbing what we needed and destroying what we didn’t. As I walked back into the building, I looked down at my watch and was surprised to see that it wasn’t even midnight yet. The mission so far was a success, only taking three hours or less.

I should have known to knock on wood. I should have known better than to tempt fate.

I felt the building shake and reached out to steady myself, nearly smacking my head on the door frame. I looked up to see the ceiling tiles shift above me.