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out of their way to topple the American society.
“Good morning, Ms. Watkins. Are you ready?” Lillian asked. She was the lead technician for the team who supported her in the lab. Even though they were in a relationship and lived together in Paige’s apartment, Lillian was the picture of professionalism when they worked together. Everything and everyone in the building worked to support the Collective Protocol; without Paige’s abilities there would be no Protocol and she felt that without the lead technician’s love and support, she’d be less successful in this endeavor.
“Yeah, I’m ready to begin. We’ll need to call the CSIS agents in Virginia to see who our first target recommendation should be.”
“Of course, ma’am,” Lillian said even though she was a few years older than Paige. The technician turned and gestured with her hand to have one of the others make the phone call. “Let’s get you attached to the Neuroactuator while Christian calls the agents.”
The telepath eased into the reclining seat that was specially designed to mold to her body’s contours while Lillian busied herself placing heart rate monitors, blood oxygen sensors and various other wired monitoring devices found in any standard medical facility. Once everything was hooked up, the technician placed a sleep mask over Paige’s eyes to help cope with the sensation of being in two places at once. Finally, she slipped a simple padded headband around her patient’s head and ensured that it rested properly over her temples.
A second technician stepped up and grasped the small bundle of wires that ran from the headband. He connected them to a much longer cable that ran towards a series of computer stacks and communication equipment. While he carefully marked the wire so no one would trip over it and disconnect the machine from Paige, Lillian placed a soft blanket over the telepath.
“Thank you, I was getting chilly,” Paige murmured from underneath the mask.
“Of course, ma’am. I know that you like to stay warm,” Lillian replied. “Christian has the line open now. We’re going to put the call over the intercom.”
“Got it.” Paige had done a direct attack like this several times in rehearsals so she was familiar with how it would go. This was the first time that she’d actually done it for real though. The only person that she’d personally killed with her powers was the woman who’d given birth to her so she was a little nervous about seeing the face of someone as she killed them.
“ This is Fred, I’m on Number One,” a male voice stated over the intercom. Number One was the codename for the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency. Everyone knew that this was going to be an extremely precarious operation. The Americans eavesdropped on everyone in their country and cell phones were notoriously easy to intercept. The key to avoiding discovery was to ensure that certain keywords that the computers would recognize weren’t used. “ Just went inside the house with the pillars for his daily meeting. Should leave again in an hour by bird. ”
That gave Paige an idea. “Okay, I’ll try to visit Number Two first and then come back,” she said from her reclined position. “Let me know immediately when Number One leaves if I’m not there.”
“ Alright, will do. ”
“Switch to the second tourist,” Lillian told the tech at the phone bank.
“ Hello, everyone. It’s Wilma, I miss you! ”
“Hi, Wilma,” Paige answered. “Where are you?”
“ I’m at the Washington Monument! Isn’t that exciting? ”
“I wish I could be there.”
“ You really should come and visit. It’s amazing. There’s some sort of ceremony going on right now, too! It’s so exciting. ”
“Ok, Wilma. Enjoy your trip and we’ll see you soon,” Paige replied.
The phone line clicked over and Paige instantly projected her mind through the Neuroactuator towards Washington, D.C. She floated above the city and felt her
“Good morning, Ms. Watkins. Are you ready?” Lillian asked. She was the lead technician for the team who supported her in the lab. Even though they were in a relationship and lived together in Paige’s apartment, Lillian was the picture of professionalism when they worked together. Everything and everyone in the building worked to support the Collective Protocol; without Paige’s abilities there would be no Protocol and she felt that without the lead technician’s love and support, she’d be less successful in this endeavor.
“Yeah, I’m ready to begin. We’ll need to call the CSIS agents in Virginia to see who our first target recommendation should be.”
“Of course, ma’am,” Lillian said even though she was a few years older than Paige. The technician turned and gestured with her hand to have one of the others make the phone call. “Let’s get you attached to the Neuroactuator while Christian calls the agents.”
The telepath eased into the reclining seat that was specially designed to mold to her body’s contours while Lillian busied herself placing heart rate monitors, blood oxygen sensors and various other wired monitoring devices found in any standard medical facility. Once everything was hooked up, the technician placed a sleep mask over Paige’s eyes to help cope with the sensation of being in two places at once. Finally, she slipped a simple padded headband around her patient’s head and ensured that it rested properly over her temples.
A second technician stepped up and grasped the small bundle of wires that ran from the headband. He connected them to a much longer cable that ran towards a series of computer stacks and communication equipment. While he carefully marked the wire so no one would trip over it and disconnect the machine from Paige, Lillian placed a soft blanket over the telepath.
“Thank you, I was getting chilly,” Paige murmured from underneath the mask.
“Of course, ma’am. I know that you like to stay warm,” Lillian replied. “Christian has the line open now. We’re going to put the call over the intercom.”
“Got it.” Paige had done a direct attack like this several times in rehearsals so she was familiar with how it would go. This was the first time that she’d actually done it for real though. The only person that she’d personally killed with her powers was the woman who’d given birth to her so she was a little nervous about seeing the face of someone as she killed them.
“ This is Fred, I’m on Number One,” a male voice stated over the intercom. Number One was the codename for the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency. Everyone knew that this was going to be an extremely precarious operation. The Americans eavesdropped on everyone in their country and cell phones were notoriously easy to intercept. The key to avoiding discovery was to ensure that certain keywords that the computers would recognize weren’t used. “ Just went inside the house with the pillars for his daily meeting. Should leave again in an hour by bird. ”
That gave Paige an idea. “Okay, I’ll try to visit Number Two first and then come back,” she said from her reclined position. “Let me know immediately when Number One leaves if I’m not there.”
“ Alright, will do. ”
“Switch to the second tourist,” Lillian told the tech at the phone bank.
“ Hello, everyone. It’s Wilma, I miss you! ”
“Hi, Wilma,” Paige answered. “Where are you?”
“ I’m at the Washington Monument! Isn’t that exciting? ”
“I wish I could be there.”
“ You really should come and visit. It’s amazing. There’s some sort of ceremony going on right now, too! It’s so exciting. ”
“Ok, Wilma. Enjoy your trip and we’ll see you soon,” Paige replied.
The phone line clicked over and Paige instantly projected her mind through the Neuroactuator towards Washington, D.C. She floated above the city and felt her
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