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what was going on.
    Taren leaned back in her seat and took a deep breath. How had she let this happen? For ten years she had left all her secrets behind her and it had been a hard slog to be taken seriously in her chosen field of endeavour. Now that she had finally achieved her dream posting, why was it all coming back to haunt her? She was so over the spying and lying, and being scoffed at every time she had used her psychic skills to obtain information. Science and reason had worked in her favour, because even if most were still sceptical about her findings, she did have data to back up her claims.
    Taren glanced to the handheld FFRD monitor that had been the tool to support many of her theories over the past few years and was shocked to find the needle was at the outer limit of the negative range—a reading Taren thought she’d never ever see.
    Her heart leapt into her throat as her logical mind was thrown into panic. Am I dreaming again? Taren pinched herself. ‘Ouch!’
    Nope, definitely not dreaming. Her gaze turned to the sample in her lab and she gasped when she saw the intensity the colourful explosionsinside the gassy mass had reached. She looked at the computer monitoring the sample but the readouts didn’t indicate any fluctuation at all. The computer wasn’t reading the increased activity that was so apparent to the eye and her FFRD.
    ‘Are you the driving force behind this negative quantum flux?’ Taren felt a little silly asking the sample a question…until the needle bounced immediately into the positive and then back into the negative.
    The blood drained from her face as her brain struggled to digest the phenomenon. It was too much to ask—an intelligent being that did not have solidity!
    ‘Are you distressed?’ she asked, as the FFRD reading seemed to support this conclusion.
    Again the needle swung briefly into the positive.
    ‘Are you in danger or pain?’
    Twice the needle bounced into the positive.
    ‘Is there something I can do to assist?’ Taren was concerned. She didn’t want to cause another being pain.
    Positive.
    ‘Let you go?’ Taren guessed, and was surprised when the needle wavered at the negative end of the readout.
    Taren closed her eyes to focus her telepathic knowhow on the sample. Telepathy was not one of Taren’s strengths; she was sensitive to energy fields, body movements, emotional states and suchlike, but she was not a true telepath. ‘I need Kassa,’ she decided when she kept sensing the same desperation and bewilderment that she felt every time the vision of the sample being stolen came to mind.
    If someone had stolen a sample, they had breached quarantine and Taren needed to reclaim the misplaced substance, as exposure to the gas could be disastrous!
    Outside the mess room door Taren spied Kassa chatting with Leal. Knowing that the co-pilot was rather sweet on the doctor, Taren was loath to interrupt, but couldn’t count on their conversation stopping any time soon.
    ‘A thousand apologies,’ Taren said to Leal and then looked at Kassa, ‘but I urgently need your assistance, Doc.’
    ‘What is it?’ Kassa was intrigued by the turbulent energy of Taren’s inner panic, which was not apparent enough to the eye for Leal to be concerned by it.
    ‘I’ll catch you later.’ The man’s disappointment at losing Kassa’s undivided attention was reflected in the weak smile on his face when he waved and departed into the mess. Kassa must have been aware of how Leal felt. Why was she torturing the poor guy by pretending not to notice?
    ‘I’m not sure it would work,’ Kassa whispered as she kept pace beside Taren.
    Shocked by just how telepathic Kassa was, Taren paled. ‘But you’re interested,’ Taren ventured, picking up on the whimsical tone in the woman’s voice.
    ‘He is a little young for me, and we are very different people.’ Kassa shrugged noncommittally. ‘How about you tell me what’s so urgent?’
    ‘Wait until we get to the lab,’ Taren