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Corina had also dropped at the warning; now both Rangers stood. She turned to the Sandeman. "How did you do that?" Nevan gave a tiny shrug. "I heard @, probably. Or saw a flash of kilt, I can't be sure. Since I knew it wasn't one of our people, I fired." Medart managed a chuckle, despite the circumstances. "They call it combat instinct, Rina but I'm beginning to think it's an aspect of Talent."
*I am, though the mission is partly for her, partly for myself,* Nevan confirmed. *Stay linked while I report; she'll want to commend you personally.* He sensed Owajima's agreement, and reached for his chosen lady. *Thakur?* *Here, thakur-na,* was the immediate response then Nevan shared her amusement as she 'felt' his bonds. *You are satisfied with security, then.*
Mind showing me how it works?" "Not at all, though since you are already aware of me, the effect will not be complete." If that was incomplete, Nevan thought seconds later, Kiyoshi Owajima must be capable of practically turning invisible. He knew the other was there, could see him perfectly well but it was almost impossible to pay any attention to him. "Nice!
She looked at him with affectionate appraisal, and shook her head ruefully. "I can't say the same for you, I'm afraid. How long have you been on the meds?" "Almost a month," Nevan admitted.
"I'm going for a swim." A blond head looked around the edge of the lander's open hatch. "Right, sir. I just got my suit on; I'll play lifeguard." "Whatever you say, Nevan." Medart sketched a salute, grinning at the young Sandeman warrior who was one of his bodyguard. Then he turned, taking a running dive into the Colvis Reserve's main attraction for humans, Clear Lake.
I'm volunteering." "Excellent. I will call a briefing as soon as I have spoken to all those who have shields of adequate strength, and so are eligible for the assault team. In the meantime you are relieved of normal duty; relax, or do whatever you think best to prepare yourself." "Yes, sir." Nevan came to attention again, waiting.
Nevan now has a better chance against Thark than Colonel Greggson does; he will accompany us, and Colonel Greggson will assist with the other attackers." Neither man raised any objection to the substitution, though Greggson's expression was not pleased. Nevan simply nodded, his eyes a bit brighter. Thark had entered the Palace by the time she made contact again, and the slaughter was continuing.
"I will, lady," Nevan replied, grateful for her understanding. "Or a Traiti; some of the Palace Guard have given me good combat releases." "That will do." Morna smiled at him. "At least you haven't gone six months on the meds, the way you had when I first met you! But can you stay a little while? Our autochef bakes good cookies. Including chocolate chip."
It takes a particularly strong mind-shield to block that ability even partially; you saw nothing because I wished you not to." Nevan nodded, returning the smile. "That makes me feel better. I got blown when I visited the base didn't know about the open house, and ran into some clan-mates. I was afraid I'd let that distract me but if you were using Talent, that wasn't my problem.
Nevan allowed himself a small smile, then went to get more chocolate milk. Not too promising so far, but he hadn't been here long, either. Perhaps half an hour after he returned to his table, another man approached, this one in an expensive suit. "Vance DarLowrie?" "Yes." Nevan recognized the type; a businesser who'd made enemies and wanted either protection or one of them eliminated.
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