Shards of Hope (9781101605219)

by Singh, Nalini

  The rats are running, she said to Kaleb Krychek, having snapped out a warning to him the instant before Aden initiated the highest level of the psychic protocol the six of them had agreed to when Aden was only twenty-one and Zaira twenty. She’d known Vasic wouldn’t be able to respond as fast as usual, not with the teleporter forming one point of the five-pointed star that was the engine for Aden’s extraordinary ability, but Krychek was as swift a teleporter.

  All she’d said was, New York! It had been enough.

  I have two dead, two contained, Krychek responded. One more in progress.

  Leaving him to the hunt, she got to her feet and placed her free hand on Aden’s jaw. The situation is under control, she said mind to mind. You can drop the shield.

  It took him a minute, the tension leaving his body muscle by muscle until the breeze stopped, the mirror sliding down to fade into the ground. His eyes, however, remained that eerie reflective shade she’d never before seen. “Casualties?”

  “None here.” She gasped as her own power returned to her in a storm surge. Her hand clenched on his, her breath hitched. When it was over, she found she had more power than she’d possessed before Aden initiated the transfer. It filled her to the brim, until it felt as if her fingertips were overflowing with it.

  The mirror, she thought, looking into silver eyes that still surged with echoes of power. The mirror had made her power more, made it brutal. She’d known the mirror’s effect since the day Aden first told her about it, but never had she experienced it to this degree. Power that strained at her skin, her eyes flowing obsidian from the force of it. Aden could literally protect the entire valley, even if he had access to only midlevel Psy. Give him a full squad of lethally powerful Arrows . . . The idea of it was breathtaking.

  Not only because of what he, himself, could do, but what he could create in the Arrows themselves. He gave back more than he took, and in so doing, he could create a turbocharged army. He’d be an unstoppable force if not for one simple and inevitable side effect, and even that wasn’t enough to negate the fury of his gift.

  “Krychek just told me that he’s found two dead shooters so far,” she said, stifling her fascination with the true depth of his ability for now. “He also has two others contained.”

  There was no more time to speak after that. People swarmed Aden, wanting to say thank you, to state their astonishment over his display of power, and to tell him that they’d never had any doubts about the Arrows.

  PSYNET BEACON: BREAKING NEWS

  Many in the Net have recently questioned the abilities and qualifications of the enigmatic man who leads the Arrow Squad. Rumors reported in the Beacon itself stated that Aden Kai was nothing but a figurehead, a field medic who played the leader so as to protect the squad’s true leadership.

  Today’s display has put those rumors and speculations to rest in an incontrovertible fashion: Aden Kai isn’t only powerful, he is a power. There is no longer any doubt as to why he is the leader of the squad, and why he has a seat on the Ruling Coalition.

  PSYNET BEACON: LIVE NETSTREAM

  I’ve watched the footage captured by nearby security cameras and civilian phones multiple times, and I still can’t believe what I’m watching. Aden Kai’s abilities are unparalleled. Does anyone have a label for his designation?

  B. Baker

  (New Orleans)

  Spectacular!

  V. Ting

  (Cape Town)

  Aden Kai today proved that not only is the squad made up of the elite, it is made up of men and women with designations unknown to the general population, as it should be for a covert squad.

  I feel safe in the Net and in our future.

  L. Layton

  (Cambridge)

  I am breaking squad protocol in stating this, but it needs stating: Aden is not our leader because of his abilities.

  He is our leader because he understands each and every member of his squad and pushes us to our very best.

  He is our leader because he goes first against every threat, no matter the risk.

  He is our leader because we know that should we fall in battle, he will not leave us behind. He understands the code of soldiers as the Council never did.

  He is our leader because he has never forgotten that he is an Arrow. He may sit on the Ruling Coalition, but he is no politician and he is no Councilor. He is an Arrow and he will always be an Arrow.

  A member of the Arrow Squad

  (Location Error: Unable to Be Determined)

  Chapter 72

  KRYCHEK HAD TELEPORTED the captured snipers into a solid concrete bunker for which he’d sent Vasic the teleport visual. Aden’s best friend telepathed him from the valley, a location so distant that Vasic normally wouldn’t have the range. Those experiments we did didn’t prepare me for this.

  I only really needed you and Zaira, Aden said, having realized that after the fact. The mirror has matured, needs less fuel.

  I don’t think the others will complain. Vasic appeared beside him in a quiet corner of the park, Aden and Zaira having finally extricated themselves from the astonished and grateful civilians. “Cris’s and Axl’s telepathic ranges have also expanded significantly, while Amin just teleported home.”

  That was a surprise. Amin’s Tk was a bare 3 on the Gradient—his primary ability was a variant form of telepathy. “Make sure they all monitor their energy levels. I don’t think the rebound effect will be simple tiredness this time.” Always before, anyone he’d drawn from had experienced tiredness after the boost faded, but he’d never drawn this much power or fed such a tremendous amount back.

  “No,” Vasic agreed. “We’re all going to crash, but judging from past experiments, we should have three or four hours at least.”

  That risk was why Aden was so careful about when and how he used the mirror. He always had to consider the future effect—the squad couldn’t afford to have six of its senior Arrows out of commission or dangerously tired at the same time. “See if you can do some quiet shuffling of duties so that when the crash hits, people are less likely to notice.”

  “Amin’s due for a break anyway,” Vasic said, already making notes on an organizer. “I’ll roster him and Cris off, since she’s been going nonstop for the past month. Everyone expects you and Zaira to rest together now, so that only leaves Axl and me, and Axl has a habit of disappearing into the Net. No one will comment if he does it again, and I can just say I’m going to be with Samuel Rain for the duration and out of touch while he tries an experimental prosthetic.”

  “Good.” Turning to Zaira, her hand still locked in his and her eyes ink black, Aden ignored any watchers and drew her into a kiss, needing her on a level he’d never needed anyone else. “You’re okay?”

  “Deliciously power drunk but my mind is clear.” She rubbed her cheek against his, his private and deadly commander who’d just allowed him to make a public claim that allowed no room for interpretation. “We’ll talk more later. Go do what you need to do. I’ll take care of things here.”

  Leaving her to head the team sweeping through the high-rises used by the snipers in search of dead or injured shooters Kaleb may have missed in his initial search, Aden went with Vasic. Once at the bunker, he found two of the snipers were uninjured except for a scratch on one, while a third had a tourniquet around his upper arm that had been inexpertly tied.

  A body lay in the corner.

  When Aden looked at Krychek, the cardinal Tk said, “He suicided rather than cooperate. His brethren are far more pragmatic.”

  One of the snipers snorted, his white skin bearing a raw red scrape on one cheek, possibly from when he’d jerked out of the way to avoid a bullet. “It was a contract job. No way I’m going down for it. Ask me what you want to know.”

  The two other snipers weren’t as chatty, but seemed cooperative enough.

  “When were you tol
d to move?” Aden asked.

  All three stated they’d been contracted two days earlier and instructed to wait in Manhattan for further directions. The men had initially been told the hit would likely take place near the Shine building, and as a result, all three had spent the time scoping out the best lines of sight toward Shine.

  “Then the order comes that we have to hit you in the park,” stated the sniper who had a spiderweb tattoo on his left hand, the blue-black ink dark against his light brown skin. “I had to haul ass, get myself in position. Ended up having to incapacitate a tenant, when I prefer to find sites without witnesses.”

  His own telepathic reach enormous right now, Aden let Zaira know to search for bound or injured inhabitants of the buildings the snipers had used. “Were you told to work together?”

  “No,” said the man with the tourniquet around his upper arm, his features echoing Aden’s own ethnic makeup. “At least I wasn’t—but today, when I got the order to move, it said others would also be gunning for you and I was to ignore it and follow the mission parameters.”

  The other two snipers confirmed his story.

  Despite the fact that the shooters had initially been directed at Shine, Aden was certain Devraj Santos had no involvement in the assassination attempts. The more likely scenario was that someone had been watching Aden, keeping track of his movements. While he’d been careful, he’d never hidden his visits to talk to Santos and it was the one location where the enemy could be certain to locate him.

  It meant the enemy might not in fact have a base in New York.

  “Who hired you?” Krychek asked as Aden processed both the patient nature of the setup, and the implications in terms of the money involved. Keeping so many snipers on the payroll and idle for two days wouldn’t have been cheap.

  Whoever this was—individual or group—they had significant cash flow.

  “All anonymous, via wire transfers,” said the most talkative assassin. “Same as usual. Only difference is I had to wait for their signal and be in Manhattan.” Another shrug. “Got paid to wait so why the fuck not?”

  “Was I the only target or were there others?” Aden asked.

  Counting the dead and the badly injured one Zaira had just located, the count was at seven snipers overall so far. Too many even for an Arrow.

  “I was paid for you,” said the tattooed sniper, “but they paid extra if I’d agree to do as much collateral damage as possible.”

  The other two said the same, admitted they’d been told to aim specifically for families and children. It confirmed Aden’s suspicions on the motive behind the public attacks: to create panic and fear when the world had just barely begun to recover from the horrors of the infection, as well as the civil war in the Net.

  “You are threats.” The chill in Kaleb’s eyes communicated itself to the snipers, who all went deathly still. “You also have no viable data. We have no reason to keep you alive.”

  The three men were silent for a moment, no doubt calculating odds and percentages, as snipers were trained to do.

  One or more of these men could be part of the larger organization, Aden said to both Vasic and Kaleb. The only way to know for certain will be to tear through their minds.

  Two are Psy, Krychek responded. I’ve tested their shields and they’re solid—I can break them, of course, but there’s a high chance I’ll kill them in the process. The one so eager to speak is a changeling, with their impressive natural shielding.

  Which meant that breaking his shields would most probably cause brain damage or death. Aden had no compunction meting out harsh treatment to men who made their living killing others, especially ones who’d admitted they would’ve murdered children, but smashing shields often produced only limited data. Better to see if they could break them down first.

  “You can have the numbers of my bank accounts,” one of the snipers said into the silence. “Trace the money back to where it came from.”

  Which would very likely be an anonymous account, Aden thought. However, it provided another avenue of investigation. He took the information the men rattled off, passed it on to Tamar.

  Further questioning revealed nothing, and, as expected, the Psy snipers balked at being asked to voluntarily lower their shields.

  At which point, Kaleb teleported out, as did Aden and Vasic, leaving the three men in a featureless underground bunker none could escape. The two Psy weren’t telekinetics—while Kaleb and Aden questioned the snipers, Vasic had traced their identities using DNA scans, found one was a low-level telepath, the other a midlevel psychometric.

  So far below the earth, their basic telepathy wouldn’t work, but Aden had deliberately left their minds unfettered on the PsyNet in an apparent oversight, though in truth, he’d already assigned two Arrows to monitor any PsyNet activity. It was also why he and Kaleb hadn’t revisited the idea of smashing their shields. He wanted to see who the men would attempt to reach and whether they had direct access to those behind the conspiracy.

  His gut told him the chance of that was low; these men would now be discarded as Hashri Smith had been. Pawns, all of them. “Whoever is running this conspiracy is cold-blooded but it appears they have nothing against using fanatics,” he said to Krychek as he, the cardinal, and Vasic stood on the cliff overlooking the valley.

  The sniper who had suicided had traced back to Pure Psy. Not such a huge surprise. Because while the squad and Krychek’s forces had picked up or eliminated all the major players, there were a scattering of minor ones floating around.

  Kaleb looked down at the valley. “The dregs of Pure Psy are just fodder. They’re rootless, looking for someone to tell them what to do. Easy pickings.”

  Vasic stepped right to the cliff edge. “I think it’s now undeniable that we’re not looking for an individual but a group. There’s too much coordination, too many worldwide events, and their data spans all three races.”

  Which meant that to cut this off at the root, they’d first have to find all the branches.

  • • •

  KALEB had known for some time that Aden was no medic. Or not just a medic—because the Arrow was fully trained and capable as a field medic. But what he’d seen today was incomprehensible. “According to the data I hacked, all his tests come back to a 4.3 telepath and 3.2 M,” he said to Sahara when he returned to Moscow.

  “I can’t work out how he created that reflective shield.” Kaleb could deflect bullets and missiles, but not return them to their locations with the precision Aden had displayed unless he was focusing specifically on a particular shot.

  “It really looked like a mirror in the recordings.” Sahara smoothed his iron gray tie, Kaleb having been in a meeting with Jen Liu when Zaira Neve contacted him. He’d teleported out without explanation, conscious Zaira would never telepath him unless it was a major emergency. Factoring in the possibility the Arrows might be under attack and he could end up being unable to avoid a bullet if he teleported in too close, he hadn’t locked in on their faces but made the call to come in near the park around which he knew the two were running a security check.

  As it was, he hadn’t needed to speak to them to figure out what was going on. “How did he do it?” he said. Moving back from Sahara, he tossed her several small items from his desk, including a piece of lapis lazuli she must’ve been playing with absently as she worked on a report requested by the Es. “Throw them at me at the same time.”

  She rolled her eyes but did as asked. Kaleb had no problem freezing the objects in the air, but he couldn’t reverse their trajectories all at once on their original flight paths—the objects all arrowed toward a central point. “He must be a telekinetic of some kind.” Except Tks could never keep their abilities under wraps—telekinesis had a way of making itself felt, especially telekinesis that vicious.

  Plucking the items from the air, her bracelet making a gentle sound as the charms swung ag
ainst one another, Sahara put them back on the desk. “Does it matter if you know the details?”

  When he just looked at her, she laughed. “Right, of course it matters. You like to know everything.”

  “I like to know the variables in play—and all possible threats.” He’d never disregarded Aden as others had; instead of basing his calculations about Aden’s level of power only on the Arrow’s official strength, Kaleb had considered the deep loyalty Aden seemed to engender in his men and women. The events today made it clear even that might have been an underestimation. “Aden could be a significant problem.”

  “He’s focused on his own people,” Sahara reminded him, tugging him into the kitchen. “I have a feeling even if you handed him control of the PsyNet on a silver platter, he wouldn’t take it.”

  “The irony is that if I had to hand off power for whatever reason, he’s the only one of the Ruling Coalition I’d trust to take the Net in the right direction.” Like the empaths, Aden had a core of honor that Kaleb had never developed.

  Making a nutrient drink, Sahara passed it to him. “I would’ve thought you’d say Ivy.”

  “Ivy Jane is an empath,” he said after drinking down half a glass. “She skews too much toward emotion.” Whereas Aden understood that the Net couldn’t totally discard the emotional discipline that had held it together for more than a hundred years.

  Sahara nodded slowly. “Anthony?”

  “He’s connected to Nikita.” While Kaleb could work with Nikita, he’d never trust her. “I can’t predict how that connection will alter his viewpoints.”

  “I don’t know.” Sahara leaned with her elbows on the counter. “I have a feeling if change is to happen, it’ll occur in the other direction—Anthony Kyriakus does not budge from where he stands.”

  “Neither,” Kaleb pointed out, “does Nikita Duncan.”

  “Immovable force meets irresistible object?” Her eyes sparkled. “I wish I could be a fly on that wall.”