Prologue-The Lost Sister
It wasn’t every day that Brett Radcliffe, former marine, got to show off his psychic skills in front of someone. Over the years, he’d kept it to himself, simply because he didn’t understand it and feared it.
Now he embraced it.
He bit back a smile as he closed his eyes, concentrating on the information given to him by Farrah Milestone from The Perception Project, a division of G.A.C.
or Global Alliance Coalition. Training came with any job, in or out of the armed forces, so Brett had no problem with the rigorous schedule the project had him on over the course of the last three months.
Besides, Brett was itching for his first assignment.
It had been over a year since he’d been in the field.
His body, as well as his mind, had been healed, and it was time.
In his mind's eye, he raced through the jungles of South Korea near Palbaekgusip, heading toward the North Korean border. His mission: to find the SEAL team currently camped out, waiting for the ‘go’ on their mission. Brett had no idea why the team was near hostile territory, and it didn’t matter.
His job, or this training session, had been to hone his skills and prepare him for his first assignment.
He found the team with ease and gave Farrah the coordinates.
But something nagged at his brain as he allowed himself to look closely at the SEAL team’s base camp.
The images weren’t clear, though that wasn’t uncommon, but he felt a presence at the camp that shouldn’t be there.
He crouched down behind a bush. Realistically, he knew his body wasn’t present and couldn’t be seen by others, but his mind and spirit were, and could be detected, as was this other apparition.
“What is it?” Farrah asked, lulling him into the present, something Brett didn’t like doing because it could distort the view.
“I’m not sure.” Brett stepped farther away from the camp, circling it in his mind and forcing his brain to look at the area from above.
A sharp pain rippled from the back of his head to his eyeballs.
“Fuck,” he muttered, trying to stay focused, but images became cloudier and cloudier, as if a dense fog had rolled in off the mountains.
“I’ve sensed two other remote viewers. One of them is definitely not a friendly.”