Teen / 56K
the Telepathic Alliance for the Latent or Newly manifested, otherwise known as
Talon, a bounty hunter community known for their ruthless tactics. Her latest
mission in San Diego was supposed to be a piece of cake, but when the job takes
a treacherous and deadly turn, not even her telepathic abilities could have
warned her of the dangers lurking around the corner.
go, and that is straight into the hands of the government and their Psychic
Intelligence Team, but even the “normal” world isn’t safe. With each passing
hour throwing her deeper into the game of life and death, Hunter must decide
who to trust before this mission becomes her last.
hood up over my head as the rain began to pour from the skies and bounce off
the sidewalk in a serene rhythm. My hands were shaking from the adrenaline that
surged through my body. The hunt never got old. “All right, Bear. I’m in
pursuit of the mark. Get ready.”
slow poke.” He chuckled to himself, but I wasn’t amused. Dawn had put me in a
bad mood and it would take a while for it to wear off. If only he was close
enough to punch, maybe I would feel better.
turned a corner sending me into a crowded marketplace where the people bumped
shoulders more often than not. The smell of fish hit me like a ton of bricks
making me crinkle my nose in disgust. There was nothing I hated more than
seafood. Well, maybe large cities with all the loud voices in my head, but fish
was a close second.
hands deep into my jeans pockets to keep them from shaking. Anxiety from
listening to the varied streams of consciousness coursed through my body. I had
presence was moving closer through the crowd, I could feel it. Her thoughts
told me that she didn’t like fish much either but this was where her contact
had told her to meet him. My heart skipped a beat with the mention of another
person around, possibly a telepath. Great, we didn’t have much time.
shouted into the com. “She’s here to meet someone and it sounds like they’re
going to send her into hiding. I need you close by. This is happening now.”
Henderson is a retired ballerina from Oregon City, Oregon, where she
spends most her time chasing down her three rambunctious boys and writing on
her lunch break at work.
her blog about life as a mother of an autistic son.