Hostage to Pleasure

CHAPTER 6

Ming LeBon stared at the empty slab where Ashaya Aleine’s body should have been. “Recordings?”

“Blank for a period of fifteen minutes. It went unnoticed because—”

Ming slashed out a hand. “No excuses.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Send Vasic in.”

A minute later, Vasic replaced the security officer. “Sir.”

“You secured Aleine’s organizer?”

Vasic nodded. “As soon as she lost consciousness. Per previous orders, I teleported it to your desk. Would you like me to retrieve it?”

“No.” Ming stared at the other male, one of his most elite soldiers. As an Arrow, Vasic’s loyalty should have been beyond doubt. It wasn’t anything left to chance—Arrows were all placed on a regimen of drugs meant to turn them into the most unwavering of killing machines. “No alarms were tripped, no other monitors aside from those in this section tampered with. What does that mean?”

“A teleport-capable Tk,” Vasic replied, completely unmoved. “Officially, there were none in the immediate vicinity at the time.”

“Unofficially?”

Vasic glanced at the recording devices in the room, and “knocked” telepathically. When Ming gave him permission for Tp contact, the soldier said, The insurgency is gaining in strength. There may be rebels with abilities we aren’t aware of.

A Tk that strong would have been recorded by now.

Then, Vasic responded, still pure calm as all Arrows were, it was a traitor.

Open your mind for a scan.

Negative, sir. That would leave me defenseless.

And Arrows never let themselves be defenseless. It was part of their training. Ming himself had taught them that lesson. Where were you at the pertinent time?

In Europe. Data flowed from Vasic’s mind to his. After tele-porting M-Psy Aleine’s organizer to your desk, I rejoined my team as part of an operation to delve into the recent surge in activity within the Human Alliance.

Ming nodded, having already checked that information. Not only was Vasic the most powerful teleporter he’d ever known, the man was incorruptible—there was nothing left of him to corrupt. However, Ming trusted no one. As of now you’re attached to me. I want you on standby.

Yes, sir.

Withdrawing from the mental contact, Ming dismissed Vasic and stared down at the cold slab of the morgue table. Ashaya’s disappearance could be explained in one of two ways. One, she was dead but her body had been taken because it contained valuable data. That was a real possibility. She’d been behaving erratically the past few weeks—she may even have implanted herself as a test subject.

The second possibility was even more dangerous. That Ashaya Aleine was alive and out of Council control.

She couldn’t be allowed to stay that way.

Even as Ming focused his attention on finding Ashaya, several men got off an airjet at San Francisco International Airport. Their job was to blend in and watch—the leopards, the wolves, but most especially, the Psy.

No one noticed them. Then. Or later.