Chapter 6
Can you hear me?
A female voice echoed in Chad’s ears. He’d been staring at the sun trying to peek through the dirty window pane for the last twenty minutes while holding a sleeping Savanah in his arms. Her blond hair pooled over his chest. Her arms and legs tangled across his body.
Who is this? he asked. The only person he’d ever been able to talk to through his mind had been Savanah, and this voice was deeper than hers, besides she lay blissfully snoozing next to him.
Willow. Savanah’s sister.
What the hell? Talk about weird. He’d met Willow a couple of times in passing when he’d spent the night at Savanah’s place when they’d been dating. The only one of Savanah’s sister’s he’d bumped into. Willow shared Savanah’s dark sense of humor. Willow also had a weird obsession for guns.
What the fuck are you doing inside my head?
I’m sorry. Is this a bad time?
Anytime is a bad time, he projected toward the voice in his head. What do you want?
Alexis is on her way. Brett and Hazel are traveling with her.
How is Alexis holding up? Chad compared his visions regarding Alexis and Hunter, noting a few distinct differences. If they were accurate, Alexis was experiencing something stronger and deeper than the torture Hunter experienced. Not that what Hunter endured wasn’t horrific all by itself, but Chad got the impression that her physical pain and convulsions that Chad had experienced in a premonition went beyond Hunter and his need to be healed.
She’s a trooper, but whoever is using her powers remotely is tapping her energy levels dry. She’s weak, barely able to get out of bed and in a lot of pain.
I’ve had a few visions of her and Hunter, but I’m not sure he’s the only one tapping into her healing powers.
Why do you say that? Willow asked.
The visions don’t match up completely.
They often don’t, Willow said. They land at two in the afternoon your time. We have them booked at the Marriot in downtown Seoul, but if you want to move them closer, that’s fine.
Thanks, he projected back.
You’re welcome. And Chad?
Yeah?
If you break my sister’s heart again, it will be a bullet heading in the direction of the crown jewels over a candle. Understood?
He chuckled. Good bye, Willow.
“What’s so funny?” Savanah’s lips brushed against his chest as she arched her back, her breasts molding with his muscles.
“Willow just woke me up.”
“Me, too,” Savanah said. “She’s talking to me now.”
“Tell her to go away.” He kissed Savanah’s temple, wrapping his arms around her warm body. He had no intention of breaking her heart again. A rainbow of colors filled his mind. Normally he’d push the vision, doing everything he could think of to ignore the strong pull to dig deeper. He’d learned to dull the visions, so he could barely see them. Now he focused on the content forming in his mind, hoping to see more detail of whatever could happen in the future and the same time praying it wouldn’t be bad.
Savanah running through the jungle snapped into view. He was only two paces behind, but he couldn’t tell if they were running from something, or to something. He squeezed his eyes closed trying sense what he could be feeling in the vision. He noted an elevated heart rate, but that would have been from the speed at which his feet moved. He didn’t sense fear, but he did detect an urgency to get somewhere fast.
A building began to form a couple hundred yards away. It might have been concrete, but it was blurry and came in and out of view. A hologram type image of Willow appeared in the distance. She was waving and calling to them.
A black cloud floated down from the sky, covering the vision.
He blinked his eyes open.
“What did you see?” Savanah asked.
“How did you know I had a vision?”
“Years of living with my sister.”
He stroked Savanah’s back, tickling his fingertips across her soft skin. “I don’t know what to make of it, but it was as if Willow was leading us somewhere.”
Savanah tugged the sleeping bag up over her torso and inched herself to a sitting position. “Have you ever let visions come freely?”
“No,” he admitted, rolling out of the bed and finding his pants, hiking them up to his hips. As much as he wanted to spend a few more hours holding her and making love to her, they had work to do and men to find. “At least not when I was awake.”
“Do your visions come into view slowly, and perhaps with a swirl of colors or do they just snap into your head?”
“Both and I take it that means something.”
“If they snap into view, they are moments away from happening. The more you use your skill, the less that will happen.”
“Good to know.”
The sound of tires kicking up pebbles from the broken road stole his attention. “We’ve got company,” he said, snagging his phone from the nightstand.
“It’s not even six in the morning,” she muttered as she gathered her clothes.
“Stay here. I’m going to see who it is.” He slipped from the bedroom, pulling the door closed.
A military Jeep rolled to a stop right next to the one he’d been given. Scottie stepped out of the vehicle.
Chad decided to meet them outside, giving Savanah a little time to get dressed. “What brings you by so early?” he asked.
The warm jungle air filled his nostrils with the thick scent of vegetation. A layer of mist fell from the sky.
“We have a possible location on where Hunter Knight and Karl Homer are being held captive.”
“How good is the intel? Did someone remote view?”
“I’ve got one team member with that ability, and he’s tried, but he can’t get past the concrete walls. It’s as if they were made of some sort of anti-psychic material.” Scottie leaned against the Jeep, chewing on a toothpick. “Mallard wants you and Savanah to try. If you can confirm, we’ll begin plans to go in and retrieve our men.”
“All right. Let’s go in and grab some coffee and get started.”
When Chad crossed the threshold of the cabin, Savanah had already started the water and was sitting at the table, laptop open to one of the classified files. She glanced his direction, giving him a quick smile, which made his heart flutter like a schoolboy on a first date.
“Good morning,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “What do we owe the pleasure?” Her words were laced with a bit of defensiveness.
Chad couldn’t blame her for her bitterness toward Scottie. The man had an attitude and a chip on his shoulder, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a good soldier.
“We might have found the missing men, but we need your skills to find them,” Scottie said.
She arched a brow, the corner of her mouth tipping slightly upward. “You mean you want me to remote view the location.”
Scottie cleared his throat, nodding. “Both of you.”
“You turned around quickly,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.
“I’ll do anything to save those men.” Scottie pulled back one of the folding chairs. “I also had an unwanted visit from some chick by the name of Willow.”
Chad laughed. “She wake you up too?”
“I’ve never in my life had anyone talk to me inside my head before. Totally freaked me the fuck out.”
“Seems like my sister’s skill is getting stronger and stronger. She used to be only able to talk to other telepathies.” Savanah closed the laptop, resting her hand over the silver cover. “What did she want?”
“Hazel, one of your other sisters?” Scottie rubbed the back of his neck. “Had a vision about the building we think the men are in. Willow was giving me the info and also recommended I come gather the two of you.”
“You listened to her?” Savanah asked.
“I brought it to Mallard. He agreed,” Scottie said, scratching the side of his face. “But a skill we might be able to use when we locate our men and their captors.”
Should we tell him Alexis, Brett, and Hazel are on their way here? she asked Chad.
No. But now I’m wishing Willow had come with them, but as long as she can project from anywhere, it should be okay.
I just tried to get her, but I guess I can’t unless she initiates it.
Weird how these things work, he projected back.
“Let’s confirm we know where the men are, then we can bring Willow into it,” Chad said, resting his hip against the wall.
“Works for me.” Scottie yanked a piece of paper from his back pocket. “These are the coordinates. Not sure which of you wants to try first.”
“We’re going together.” Chad took the information, showing it to Savanah.
“Two separate views at the same time?” Scottie’s brow scrunched.
“Nope. One view, two people.”
“That could be dangerous.” Savanah cocked her head. “The space between can be tricky.”
“Tricky?” Scott shook his head. “It’s suicide.”
“Why do you say that?” Chad might be new to the whole remote viewing thing, but so far it all seemed simple enough.
“We’ve seen people cross paths in the space between not come back the same person.”
“Brett summoned me in the space between, and we’re both fine.” Chad snatched another folding chair from the corner. The metal screeched, then halted halfway open. Flexing his muscles, he tugged harder. The chair snapped open. “I didn’t even feel sick.”
You and Brett are quadruplets. Tighter bond than sisters or any other psychic. Savanah’s succulent voice filled his mind.
What does that have to do with us going into a view together?
Remember how sick I felt after you dragged me through your tunnel? Only reason I was sicker or didn’t die was because you’re also a healer.
“All right, let’s get the show on the road.” Chad took Savanah’s hands in his. “I’ll go through your tunnel.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said with wide eyes.
He couldn’t explain why he knew this would work better than separate views, or why he felt safe doing it, other than he believed that his vision earlier was the two of them inside a view. “I cross into your view and if there is a problem, we’ll come right back.”
“It could be too late,” Scottie muttered, shaking his head.
“I need you both to trust me,” Chad said with authority.
Scottie laughed. “You barely know what you’re capable of and never used them in the field, and you want me to trust you? Ha! Now I trust her more than you.”
“I trust you,” Savanah said softly, closing her eyes.
A wave of nausea sloshed in his stomach as he felt a strong pull. The cabin faded into the background. In the distance he heard a waterfall. Savanah took his hand as they ran toward…
Your tunnel is a waterfall?
No. We dive off it into a pool of water.
Thank God for my SEAL training.