Chapter Six #3
Jonah reopened his menu, restlessly looking at the items again.
Of course, they didn’t know how successful he really was with that serum they’d fed him.
Not only was he more clear-minded, not only was he able to function physically without the usual downtime after a remote-viewing session, but he’d discovered he could pull and absorb certain energy from those he was covertly watching.
He’d gone after the pretty ones, the ones with their sexy late night romps still lingering around their aura.
He wasn’t stupid. He put his life on the line for their covert games every time they shot him up with the juice, so he should have a few perks too.
He’d kept his new power a secret. No harm done.
Payback was a bitch, though. The longer downtime and the headaches took him out for days.
But his cache of recordings was worth it.
In those hours of pain and darkness, he could retreat into himself and let all that sexy energy wash over him.
He would replay them over and over and no one knew because he was left alone to rest.
But his treasure was all gone now. He felt that rage inside him growing again.
He wasn’t enjoying his downtime at all. He needed the serum in his system soon.
He had to get out there in the ether and get his fix, or break down like a lunatic.
A fix, that was all. Just to tide him over until he found that bitch who stole his cache.
“I want the house steak, rare, with spicy potato wedges,” he said, “and afterwards, a banana split, with everything on top. Can I have coffee too?”
Caffeine and nicotine were no-nos during prep time for remote viewers.
He had snuck a couple of cigarettes in past sessions.
Unlike their tests, he found that the nicotine calmed him down.
No one was regularly checking his blood pressure anyway.
Besides, it wasn’t as if they were right about their serum. He couldn’t do what that bitch did.
“No caffeine, sorry, Five-One, but everything else is fine.”
“Am I remote viewing again so soon?” He hid a surge of hope.
“I haven’t gotten the green light yet but I’ve put in the suggestion to use your ability to find the missing explosive device in Macedonia,” his monitor said. “So, we should be prepared in case the higher-ups give the thumbs-up.”
“Is it like the last assignment, when we were looking for the data converter device?” That was what the SEED had appeared to him when he was looking at it through remote viewing.
It was used by some operative to retrieve some kind of codes from the computer.
“And are we working against that other team we bumped into in Frankfurt?”
“Yes to the first question, not sure to the second, although the location’s a bit trickier this time. We have the basic location but it’s a lot bigger than a building. But let’s not get into the details right now.”
“Okay.”
“Think you can locate it this time?”
He looked at the fat one. He wished they would give him their names but they were so damn secretive. So, Fat One and Thin One.
“I located the SEED for you all,” he calmly pointed out. “I wasn’t the one who failed to get that woman.”
“You were supposed to get information on which exit she was using,” Fat One growled back.
“I did!”
“Not till too late. You went into some stupid panic mode and got all crazy. Look, if you’d done your job, I would have no problem tranquing and hauling her into our vehicle before her people even knew there was anyone after them.
You fucked up and my partner here had to waste time calming you down.
Precious seconds that we could have used to get us to that entrance.
But no, he had to talk to you to get the garbled information out of you.
So don’t sit there looking all snotty just because you could do this remote-viewing shit.
As far as I’m concerned, you’re a loser, just like the rest of the ward... ”
“Okay, okay, we’re going to calm down right now and have dinner.” His monitor gave his partner a warning look. “Enough. We aren’t going to make a scene. We’ll concentrate on Macedonia when the right time comes. Five-One, let’s eat and enjoy your night off.”
Jonah nodded. He was pissed. The rest of the ward...what did they think he was, some kind of lunatic? And were they idiots? His night off wouldn’t ever include two CIA clowns. But he would play their game right now. He needed them just as much as they needed him.
Catching sight of a beautiful couple entering the restaurant behind their table, he pretended to drop his menu onto the floor.
He bent down to pick it up, covertly watching those two longingly.
They had had sex that day, he was sure of it.
Who wouldn’t want to fuck that beautiful woman?
If he were on the serum, he would dip into their energy and record everything.
Especially her, all naked and writhing for her man.
He sat back up, taking a deep breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What had he done to deserve eating dinner with these two?