Discovery (Science of Psionics Book #1) by Dave Renol Page A

discussion.”
    We sat down in his kitchen with pizza and
beer, picking up the conversation where we had left off earlier.
“How much help are you willing to offer me?” I asked in between
bites.
    “Probably more than you might think. I take
domestic terrorism fairly seriously, and nobody wants to see
another nine-eleven. Not to mention the fact that I owe you for
saving my life.”
    “Amen to that. I’m not sure that we’re in
that kind of situation though.”
    “But you’re not sure, right? You as much as
admitted that these people might be looking to make you
disappear.”
    “That might just be paranoia on my part, but
I’m determined to do something about them, and I have no way of
knowing in advance what they might do.”
    “Then tell me what you want. If it’s in my
power, then you already have it. I can probably even arrange armed
backup for you if needed.”
    “I doubt that they’re allied with any foreign
power, and if possible, I would prefer that they ally with us. The
benefits we would gain by having them on our side are almost beyond
belief, and I would prefer to try intimidation and negotiation
first. One thing that I haven’t mentioned yet is that my wife is
with them.”
    “Your wife is part of an enemy splinter
cell?” he sputtered in disbelief.
    “She’s not quite part of the inner circle,
that’s only two people, but she’s friendly with them and wants
more.”
    “Only two people?” he inquired. “How big of
an organization are we talking about here?”
     
    “As far as I know, there’s only four people
total.”
    Still unwilling to discuss the fact that we
were talking about mental powers, I decided to couch it in more
believable terms. “The group is small, but the technology is
amazing. What would you say if I told you that they could generate
fields that are able to stop small arms fire? Or contain a gas
grenade inside a remote generated sphere? How about even stopping a plastique explosion big enough to gut your house?”
    “I would say that you should give up the
crack pipe.” He laughed, but quickly turned serious again when he
realized that I wasn’t joking. “You’re serious?” he asked after a
moment.
    “Deadly serious,” I grimly replied. “The
inner circle even has superior communication.”
    “It sounds like they’ve developed some pretty
significant technology, but that’s all passive or defensive stuff.
What do they have for offensive capabilities?”
    “Well, how about the ability to accelerate
steel shot to almost the same velocity as a bullet?” I asked. “They
can do that without any telltale muzzle fire or smoke. I fired a
shot from my 9mm into the target they used for practice, and my
bullet didn’t go in much deeper. They can also do things like
contain gas grenades, move over any terrain fast and silent … heck,
they could rip you limb from limb without even getting in sight of
you.”
    “Any theories on how they’re doing all this
stuff? I must admit this all sounds kind of far-fetched to me.”
    “I have plenty of theories, but nothing
concrete. Electro-magnetic or something along those lines is how
I’m thinking of it.”
    “What about the controls?” he asked. “How big
are they and what about the power source?”
    “The controls are easily portable,” I
replied, thinking quickly. “I’m unsure about the power source.”
    “Ok, if you’re telling me the truth then
that’s starting to sound bad. What else can they do?”
    “I don’t know. As I mentioned, they’re
keeping this thing close to their chests.”
    “You’ve given me plenty to think about. I
want you to tell me every detail from the second you were
contacted, until the time you showed up on my doorstep. Leave
nothing out, except what is needed to protect your oath.”
    Grateful that he recognized my need to
protect certain details, I suggested that we retire to his office
where we would be more comfortable. We settled down into his
overstuffed leather armchairs