suddenly slid open. Dr. Cormair walked in and looked about with unflappable calm. "What is Kenneth doing in the hallway and why are the rest of you in this room?" His voice was low and measured.
"Get Posey out of the tank!" shouted Holly.
Dr. Cormair walked over to the control panels and adjusted a few of the controls that Holly had messed with. "I am afraid that it will not be possible to release Posey right now, Holly."
"Why not?" Indigo said, drawing herself up to her full height, which wasn't imposing.
"As you can plainly see, Posey is undergoing massive physical change. Releasing her from the hyper-womb would be extremely detrimental to her development, and not to mention fatal at this stage."
"Why? What are you doing? Tell us what's going on, Doc." It was time for them to stop being jerked around. John had enough of the secrets and the half-truths and the tests and the condescension. He was tired of being a team player.
"When you need to know, you will be told," said Cormair. "Please understand."
"I don't think this is your call, Doc," said Andy. "How many years have you been keeping us in the dark and treating us like trained monkeys?"
"Yeah!" Indigo chimed in, "Ten years of being your pets is enough, Doctor! We want to know what all this is about right now."
"No," Dr. Cormair replied coldly. "It is not the time."
"No!" shouted Holly. It was the loudest she had ever yelled. "You don't think we've figured out what you're doing to us? You think we're so stupid that we can't figure out that you're trying to make us into some sort of government weapons project?"
"What?" Cormair's eyes narrowed. "Holly, I am attempting to achieve the next elevation of human development, not weapons."
Holly mirrored Cormair's cold look. "I know there is a hive of wasps in the other room. How about I bring them in here and you can tell me how controlling animals isn't a weapon."
Cormair's face registered slight surprise. "I knew you were lying to me. You have had control for some time, haven't you?"
"Long enough to know how to use this so-called 'ability' I have!"
"What about the rest of you? Have you all manifested your abilities, yet?"
Doctor Sebbins' voice crackled over the intercom. "Dr. Cormair? The passkeys have been changed. I can't get into the lab areas."
The barest hint of a smile tickled at the corner of Cormair's mouth. "Kenneth. I knew his powers were in full use. That is why I kept bringing in specialists to challenge him. I did not know he would be able to reroute physical security systems, though. This is a lovely development."
"Stop changing the subject, Doc! We want to know," Indigo said. "If you know what I can do then I think you'd best cooperate."
"Prove it," said Cormair. "If you truly have telekinesis, Indigo, then please demonstrate it for me."
"What?"
"You heard me," Cormair sat down at his desk. "Make something fly across the room. Here---" he flipped a pen to Indigo's feet, "---use your powers to imbed this pen into my skull like a dart. If you have control, this should not be a challenge."
Indigo glanced at John, her mouth hanging open like a guppy. John shrugged and nodded at her.
"You wouldn't really do it, would you Indigo?" said Sarah. Her voice was wavering.
Indigo looked at the pen, then at Cormair. Her shoulders slumped a little and her head tipped forward, her bangs hiding her eyes. She was defeated.
"Indigo, your power is controlled by your brain. That is, perhaps, the easiest thing for us to monitor. You were hooked to a scanning machine yesterday. I know that your power hasn't manifested itself. Your power was the most implausible. If it manifested at all, I would be surprised. Telekinesis might just be beyond our capabilities. I was actually going to write you off as a failure."
The klaxon continued to go off in the background. Cormair motioned to the speaker where the sound was emanating. "That is bringing the military down here as we speak. I would recommend that you all
Tessa Bailey
Victoria Roberts
Colin M. Drysdale
Neil Richards
Gia Blue
E mack
Lindsay Mead
Philip Reeve
Kari Lee Townsend
John Grisham