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**DONOTDELETE**
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Zack looked puzzled. "Counterpoint?"
Kiera stared him straight in the eyes. "You know who Lyta Alexander is. I know you do." Her voice was soft, yet full of something that made the hairs on the back of Zack's neck stand on end.
"Yeah... I know Lyta." He replied cautiously.
"Do you know what she was capable of?" Kiera asked.
"Mass destruction. She left here..." Zack tailed off. There was no way in hell he was going to give any more information than he absolutely had to until he knew what this girl was about.
"Zack, what would you do if you were a millitary commander who had recently come into some information that the other side had a weapon of mass destruction?"
"Create a counterstr... oh dear god." Realisation dawned in Zack's eyes. "They got hold of something, elevated your powers... Hell were you even a telepath before?"
Kiera smiled sadly. "Oh yeah. I was a P12 who didn't like the idea of becoming a PsiCop. I refused the drugs, and prison, so they just locked me in a lab with a mad scientist."
Zack whistled softly. "What exactly can you do?"
Kiera laughed bitterly. "A hell of a lot. Your officer out there, for example." The motioned her head toward the door. "I can pick the lock, take his keys and get myself out of the restraints that will activate if I try to get out of the room," She said, lifting her manacled wrists. "Wanna see?"
She turned to the door. It flew open, and the officer outside had enough time to turn in shock before he collapsed, unconcious on the floor, and had his keys lifted. Kiera lifed her arms to meet the keys in mid-air, and her wrist manacles were unlocked, then her ankles.
Zack gasped. "You could have left at any time?"
"And get caught by the PsiCops? No damn chance!" Kiera replied. "It suited me to stay here. The PsiCops are smart. They lock me up in magnetic cuffs, with two bloodhounds guarding me, and the keys well out of reach!"
She returned to her perch on the long bed, and Zack remained in his stunned silence. Finally, he spoke.
"Zannah was right. You are god damn dangerous."
"Why do you think PsiCorp want be back so bad?"
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--Sharenn--
Zathras:
"Zathras... does not remember. But if Zathras remember, Zathras will tell you!"
--
Zathras: "You are finite, Zathras is finite, this... is wrong tool!"
Kiera stared him straight in the eyes. "You know who Lyta Alexander is. I know you do." Her voice was soft, yet full of something that made the hairs on the back of Zack's neck stand on end.
"Yeah... I know Lyta." He replied cautiously.
"Do you know what she was capable of?" Kiera asked.
"Mass destruction. She left here..." Zack tailed off. There was no way in hell he was going to give any more information than he absolutely had to until he knew what this girl was about.
"Zack, what would you do if you were a millitary commander who had recently come into some information that the other side had a weapon of mass destruction?"
"Create a counterstr... oh dear god." Realisation dawned in Zack's eyes. "They got hold of something, elevated your powers... Hell were you even a telepath before?"
Kiera smiled sadly. "Oh yeah. I was a P12 who didn't like the idea of becoming a PsiCop. I refused the drugs, and prison, so they just locked me in a lab with a mad scientist."
Zack whistled softly. "What exactly can you do?"
Kiera laughed bitterly. "A hell of a lot. Your officer out there, for example." The motioned her head toward the door. "I can pick the lock, take his keys and get myself out of the restraints that will activate if I try to get out of the room," She said, lifting her manacled wrists. "Wanna see?"
She turned to the door. It flew open, and the officer outside had enough time to turn in shock before he collapsed, unconcious on the floor, and had his keys lifted. Kiera lifed her arms to meet the keys in mid-air, and her wrist manacles were unlocked, then her ankles.
Zack gasped. "You could have left at any time?"
"And get caught by the PsiCops? No damn chance!" Kiera replied. "It suited me to stay here. The PsiCops are smart. They lock me up in magnetic cuffs, with two bloodhounds guarding me, and the keys well out of reach!"
She returned to her perch on the long bed, and Zack remained in his stunned silence. Finally, he spoke.
"Zannah was right. You are god damn dangerous."
"Why do you think PsiCorp want be back so bad?"
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--Sharenn--
Zathras:
"Zathras... does not remember. But if Zathras remember, Zathras will tell you!"
--
Zathras: "You are finite, Zathras is finite, this... is wrong tool!"
