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pass through walls to scout a location's deepest secrets. But today, that same astral form was useless. Existing on the astral plane, she could see etheric energy invisible to those that relied on light and optics.
And this w as the most etheric energy she had seen in her entire career as a Ghost Walker.
It was a seething, writhing mass that glowed brightly- almost blindingly. It was thick and fluid, moving like a living thing and encompassing an area nearly half a mile across . Whatever buildings and people had been at Gwasera, Daisy could not tell if they still existed. The mass of energy had eclipsed the entire area completely.
Daisy turned and raced away, faster than light, back toward base.
She closed her eyes, then opened them- back in her flesh body. Seated beside her, her handler, PJ, had a confused look. The pale-skinned, redheaded telepath had only been working with her for a few years and hadn't seen that much out of the ordinary.
"What the hell was that?" he asked.
Daisy, nearly sixty now, with short white hair and a thin frame, stood from the large beanbag she'd been seated on. "We need to report this- right now."
***
His name was Mark Kenslir. Colonel Mark Kenslir, and he was in charge of the most elite unit in the entire United States Armed Forces. A large man, well over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and bulging muscles, he looked far younger than he actually was. He had jet black hair cut in an outdated flattop and piercing green-black eyes that did not look entirely natural.
Today, he was in uniform- woodland camouflage BDUs that the Army was phasing out of their inventory, but which Colonel Kenslir still preferred. And being in charge of Detachment 1039, he was able to stay the march of progress and kee p his people out of the ridiculous digital camouflage everyone else in the Army was clamoring for.
"And they're still in the field?" Kenslir asked, setting down a report he had just read. He laid it on the massive oak desk in his office- an office with wa lls decorated with hunting trophies, weapons on plaques and a lifetime of other awards and certificates.
"Yes, sir," Major Campbell responded. Wearing his dress uniform, as he always did, Campbell was all spit and polish- a career officer who's gray hair and chest full of ribbons showed a dedication to service that had spanned more than a decade.
"I took the liberty of having a helicopter dispatched from Homestead, sir," Campbell said.
Kenslir stood and looked past Campbell, out the windows of his fifteenth floor office. He wondered if his new soldiers were ready for their first mission. The sun was still hours from sunset here in southern Florida, but in Africa, night was beginning to fall.
Kenslir turned suddenly and left the room, Campbell following be hind him.
"Armaments?" the Major asked.
"We'll go with level one for the team. I'll take level two."
"Yes, sir. And I take it this will be a Raven deployment?" Campbell asked.
"Yes- put Smith and I on separate planes."
"Yes, sir," Major Smith said, saluti ng. They had reached the main elevators.
Kenslir returned the salute and continued up the hall. He was headed for the freight elevators that would take him to the roof of the twenty-story office building overlooking Biscayne Bay. There an Air Force helicop ter would take the Colonel to the team.
Campbell thumbed a call button for the elevator. He figured he had about an hour to get things in motion for the team to deploy to Africa. Plenty of time.
***
Eddie Cooper was still smiling. He had been for several weeks now. His fellow soldiers weren't as enthusiastic as Eddie was, but he didn't care. He just kept smiling, showing off his remarkable gray teeth. He smiled all day long, through every training session, through every exercise they were put through.
Wh en he had washed out of pararescue training a few years ago, because of a blown knee, Eddie had smiled. He took many things in stride and even though he'd really
And this w as the most etheric energy she had seen in her entire career as a Ghost Walker.
It was a seething, writhing mass that glowed brightly- almost blindingly. It was thick and fluid, moving like a living thing and encompassing an area nearly half a mile across . Whatever buildings and people had been at Gwasera, Daisy could not tell if they still existed. The mass of energy had eclipsed the entire area completely.
Daisy turned and raced away, faster than light, back toward base.
She closed her eyes, then opened them- back in her flesh body. Seated beside her, her handler, PJ, had a confused look. The pale-skinned, redheaded telepath had only been working with her for a few years and hadn't seen that much out of the ordinary.
"What the hell was that?" he asked.
Daisy, nearly sixty now, with short white hair and a thin frame, stood from the large beanbag she'd been seated on. "We need to report this- right now."
***
His name was Mark Kenslir. Colonel Mark Kenslir, and he was in charge of the most elite unit in the entire United States Armed Forces. A large man, well over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and bulging muscles, he looked far younger than he actually was. He had jet black hair cut in an outdated flattop and piercing green-black eyes that did not look entirely natural.
Today, he was in uniform- woodland camouflage BDUs that the Army was phasing out of their inventory, but which Colonel Kenslir still preferred. And being in charge of Detachment 1039, he was able to stay the march of progress and kee p his people out of the ridiculous digital camouflage everyone else in the Army was clamoring for.
"And they're still in the field?" Kenslir asked, setting down a report he had just read. He laid it on the massive oak desk in his office- an office with wa lls decorated with hunting trophies, weapons on plaques and a lifetime of other awards and certificates.
"Yes, sir," Major Campbell responded. Wearing his dress uniform, as he always did, Campbell was all spit and polish- a career officer who's gray hair and chest full of ribbons showed a dedication to service that had spanned more than a decade.
"I took the liberty of having a helicopter dispatched from Homestead, sir," Campbell said.
Kenslir stood and looked past Campbell, out the windows of his fifteenth floor office. He wondered if his new soldiers were ready for their first mission. The sun was still hours from sunset here in southern Florida, but in Africa, night was beginning to fall.
Kenslir turned suddenly and left the room, Campbell following be hind him.
"Armaments?" the Major asked.
"We'll go with level one for the team. I'll take level two."
"Yes, sir. And I take it this will be a Raven deployment?" Campbell asked.
"Yes- put Smith and I on separate planes."
"Yes, sir," Major Smith said, saluti ng. They had reached the main elevators.
Kenslir returned the salute and continued up the hall. He was headed for the freight elevators that would take him to the roof of the twenty-story office building overlooking Biscayne Bay. There an Air Force helicop ter would take the Colonel to the team.
Campbell thumbed a call button for the elevator. He figured he had about an hour to get things in motion for the team to deploy to Africa. Plenty of time.
***
Eddie Cooper was still smiling. He had been for several weeks now. His fellow soldiers weren't as enthusiastic as Eddie was, but he didn't care. He just kept smiling, showing off his remarkable gray teeth. He smiled all day long, through every training session, through every exercise they were put through.
Wh en he had washed out of pararescue training a few years ago, because of a blown knee, Eddie had smiled. He took many things in stride and even though he'd really
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