VISIONS OF HEAT

“The chosen candidate also needs to have the power to last.” Shoshanna again. “If we go through two Councilors in a short time frame, it may undermine everything.”


“Shoshanna’s correct.” There was no longer anything in Marshall’s tone that hinted of partisanship. “Look over the files. We’ll meet tomorrow and set up a timetable for evaluation meetings with both candidates. Unless any of you have a third suggestion?”

“Not so much a suggestion as something we need to keep in mind.” Shoshanna’s mind blazed with power. “There have been no M-Psy on the Council for the last two generations. Perhaps we need to remedy that. It might serve to keep us from unknowingly taking another Enrique into our midst.”

For once, Nikita agreed with the rival Councilor. “The other option is to mandate M-Psy checkups for the entire Council.”

“It would be much more confidential if the medic were one of us.” Henry.

“But it would also give that Councilor too much power in comparison to the rest of us.” Nikita didn’t like the idea of any of her fellow Councilors being privy to her body or her mind.

“I concur.” Tatiana Rika-Smythe. “An M-Psy should be considered for inclusion, but as a representative of that designation, not our caretaker.”

“What about the NetMind? F and Tk are the two specialties that control it best,” Henry pointed out.

“That’s something we can consider in the final stages of evaluation.” Ming, the most Silent of the six and the one Nikita knew the least about. “Does anyone else have a suggestion?”

It was Marshall who answered, but not directly on topic. “It’s a pity we lost Sienna Lauren. She showed great potential.”

“That was unfortunate,” Ming agreed. “I had my eye on her as a possible protégée.”

Which could only mean, Nikita surmised, that Sienna Lauren had been born with the mental combat abilities that made Ming so deadly. “Given the Lauren family’s tendency to break conditioning, rehabilitation was the logical response. They would still be alive if they hadn’t attempted to circumvent our judgment.”

“Of course,” Ming said.

“In terms of M-Psy,” Nikita continued, “Gia Khan on the Indian subcontinent has proven very useful in undertaking Council matters.”

A small pause as the others scanned the basic files on Khan.

“She looks like a possibility. Let’s add her to the candidate list along with Kaleb and Faith.” Marshall.

“What about the aspirants? Anyone we need to take seriously?” Shoshanna.

“No. There are a few who think they’re powerful enough, but if they were, one of us would be dead by now.” Tatiana knew what she was talking about—she’d ascended to the Council when the Councilor who’d held her place, Michael Bonneau, had had an unfortunate “accident” while alone in his home with his most senior aide, Tatiana.

“Then we’re agreed. Kaleb Krychek, Gia Khan, or Faith NightStar.”





CHAPTER 3





Faith had never left the compound on her own. They’d put her inside twenty-one years ago, telling her that her mind couldn’t survive in the outside world, that the visions would come too thick and fast if she lived closely with others. She’d had no reason to disbelieve them and over the years, her home had become her chosen prison, a place she rarely left.

But today, she was going to go out into the unknown. Her conscious mind had finally understood what it was that her subconscious had spent months preparing her for—a search for answers. It was clear to her that to find those answers, she had to speak to someone who had nothing to do with either the Psy Council or NightStar. Both her PsyClan and the Council had vested interests. They wouldn’t tell her what she most needed to know—whether these dark visions were the first stirrings of an inevitable madness, or whether they indicated something far more treacherous: the awakening of a facet of her ability she had no desire to face.

Though she lived in almost complete isolation, she knew everything she needed to know for this journey. There was no way to block the highways of the PsyNet from flowing with information that buzzed in the real world. Gossip had a way of infiltrating even the strongest defenses. That gossip had brought her news of a Psy who’d dropped out of the Net.

Sascha Duncan.

The Council had made it known that Sascha was a fundamentally flawed cardinal too weak to hold the Net link, a link that provided biofeedback no Psy could live without. And yet Sascha had survived.

The renegade Psy was the only person Faith could come up with who’d have nothing to gain by lying, nothing to lose by telling the complete truth. Everyone else was linked to the PsyNet. Therefore everyone else could betray her, whether it was by choice or by accident. Sascha was the one. It was logical.