by Ann Wilson
particular Talent specialty, however, issingularly appropriate for one in this field." His smile grew. "Ican, when I desire, make myself and my handiwork unnoticeable. Ittakes a particularly strong mind-shield to block that ability evenpartially; you saw nothing because I wished you not to."
Nevan nodded, returning the smile. "That makes me feel better. I gotblown when I visited the base--didn't know about the open house, andran into some clan-mates. I was afraid I'd let that distract me--butif you were using Talent, that wasn't my problem. Mind showing me howit works?"
"Not at all, though since you are already aware of me, the effect willnot be complete."
If that was incomplete, Nevan thought seconds later, Kiyoshi Owajimamust be capable of practically turning invisible. He knew the otherwas there, could see him perfectly well--but it was almost impossibleto pay any attention to him. "Nice! I could've used that quite a fewtimes."
Owajima became noticeable again. "It is less effective against anumber of people, particularly when--as you did--they know I ampresent. But against few, or those who have not already seen me when Ibegin using it, you are quite correct; it is most effective."
"Too bad you can't teach it to all the agents." But that, Nevan knew,wasn't possible; while mind-screen, or the stronger mind-shield, andtelepathy were common to everyone with Talent, the specialized aspectsvaried widely from person to person. "Would you like to see yourinheritance?"
"Very much. The needler and blades in the clothing storage?"
Nevan chuckled. "That's them. Do you want to get them, or shall I?"
"There is no further need to invade your privacy, warrior."
"Nevan is fine--I'll go get them, then." He did so, grinning tohimself. He'd been favorably impressed by the reports of Owajima'saccomplishments; he was even more favorably impressed by the manhimself. Not too many standard humans could take out a Sandemanwarrior, even using Talent!
Returning to the lounge, he gave Owajima the box holding the weapons."Here you are, Major. Use them in good health."
"I shall, whenever my cover does not prohibit the use of Sandemanweapons. And call me Kiyoshi, please." Owajima smiled. "I think thiswill be an enjoyable trip, and that by its end we will be friends."
"I think so, too. Do you have a family?"
"I am married, but we do not yet have children. You?"
"Two sons, both warriors--one with the lady Dallas, one with the ladyMorna. My foster-parents are fostering both of them, as well. I'vegot a holo, if you'd like to see."
"Very much." Owajima accepted the small folder, settling in for anenjoyable discussion.
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