Special Lieutenant Jewels Enbran turned and admired her partner's physique. Colonel Jeremy Lingley was thirty-four, and fifteen years her senior, but that didn't matter to Jewels. All her partners were older. They had to be to work with her and her special "need."
"Relax, Jewels. I'm sure it's nothing major," Jeremy advised from his seat by the window.
Jewels fidgeted with the starched collar of her military uniform. The strict dress code always made her uncomfortable. Her dark brown curly hair was slicked back and held in place by a white hair clip. Her olive skin and violet eyes were complimented by the dark blue blouse and snug pleated skirt.
"If you say so." She shrugged and resisted the urge to pace. Waiting had never been her strong suit nor was standing on ceremony, two things the military had in abundance.
::I see that look in your eyes. If they notice your anxiety, you won't have a leg to stand on. ::
She grimaced. ::I thought we agreed, Jeremy, no telepathy,:: she joked, too nervous to hide her unease. It wasn't like she hadn't been here before, in the North America United Peoples Organization Headquarters, receiving orders. It was, however, the first time she would be meeting with the President. The President ran the UPO and dictated worldwide policy for the planet Earth.
::They don't need to know everything about us. There are surveillance bugs scattered through the room. I can "feel" their metallic buzz. You would think by now that the higher-ups would recognize that particular talent of ours.:: Jeremy stretched casually, his gaze on the Picasso picture hanging on the wall near her.
Jewels tugged at her collar again, calmly reached out and touched the artwork. With her electrokinesis she traced the flow of electricity until she located the bug in the wall.
::Wow, this is the smallest one yet. I bet if an enemy did a scan it wouldn't register.:: With little effort she disabled it just for fun. Might as well give the eggheads something to fret over.
::Told you. Uh, oh. I do believe we are about to have company.:: Jeremy came to his feet as the door across the room opened.
::Ugh, show time.:: She was less than thrilled. Jeremy and she had just finished a job in the Australian Outback. They both had been hoping for some R & R, but on the return trip they were rerouted to the North Continent HQ. No one would tell them anything. Hush-hush operations made her paranoid. She straightened and eyed the doorway. Time to show a united front. Jewels walked over to her partner, her face expressionless as three men poured into the foyer.
::I don't recognize any of them. Jeremy, do you know them?::
::No, I don't. It'll be okay, Jewels. Play it close to the vest until we know the score. I won't put you in danger.::
His fierce protectiveness made her want to grin and she checked that impulse quick. Anything other than stoicism in this place made you a target. She assessed the three officers. Two bore General bars and the third, a lean, weasel-face man, had no identifiable marks.
::Do you think he's Special Ops?::
::Possibly. Or he could be part of the Diplomatic Corps. Who knows? They're coming this way. Whatever you do, behave and be polite,:: Jeremy admonished.
She didn't get a chance to reply. The two generals and their companion were standing before them. She snapped to attention and focused on keeping her breathing even and calm.
The shorter of the two generals addressed them first. He looked to be in his fifties and was beginning to go bald. He, however, did not appear to be overweight. Instead muscles bulged underneath his uniform jacket.
"Lieutenant Enbran. Colonel Lingley. At ease. I am General Hinson. This is General Zenath and Colonel Brion from Intel. If you will come this way, the President is waiting."
"Yes Sir!" Jewels and Jeremy replied in unison before falling in line behind the officers. She was brimming with curiosity, but behaved herself. Answers would be forthcoming.
The room they entered was large and filled with priceless artwork. In the middle sat a large maple desk. It was the man behind the desk that caught Jewels by surprise. She'd never seen footage of the President and had pictured him as being tall with arresting features.
The man before her was anything but arresting. A jagged scar ran across his face starting at the right temple and ending at the bottom of his left cheek. Cold gray eyes raked over her and Jewels felt exposed.
She heard a click and then a whirring noise. Her gaze slid down and she gaped. Jewels was fixated on the President's cybernetic arm. No wonder he didn't do vids! The public would not take kindly to the news that the most important position on the planet was held by a cyborg.
::Jewels, you're gawking. Close your mouth and pay attention!::
A brilliant shade of hot pink stained her cheeks. ::Sorry, Jeremy! I didn't know he was, well you know...::
::Just stay focused, Kid. We don't want to get on his bad side,:: Jeremy warned.
The mental exchange took mere seconds yet the heat of the President's gaze made Jewels feel like a naughty child with one hand in the sweets jar.
"Are the two of you finished talking?"
Jewels stared, caught herself and stammered, "Sorry, Sir! We didn't mean to be rude!"
The President waved her excuse off. "Don't worry, young lady. I'm not angry. Fascinated, yes. I would never have known you were speaking telepathically if I didn't have the psi-sensors installed." He turned to address the room's other occupants. "Colonel Brion, she is everything you promised and a definite solution to our problem."
"She is the best, Mr. President. This partnership has worked the most efficiently out of all her pairings to date. And with Colonel Lingley's help, Lt. Enbran's number of successful missions is the highest in the history of Psi-Ops."
Jewels squirmed, embarrassed by the praise. ::They want something. I wish they would just tell us.::
::Patience, Jewels. Let them talk. Remember, even the most innocent of phrases carry double meanings in our world.::
::I know. I know.::
"…They come highly recommended. All they need is the clearance, a time, place and date, and we're in business," Colonel Brion concluded and smiled.
It wasn't a nice smile and Jewels shivered. That man she needed to be careful around. He saw much and possibly plotted even more. After all, he was in Intel.
"Thank you, Colonel Brion, but you didn't have to sell me on their skills. I see it right before my eyes." The President studied Jewels for a long moment before speaking. "Young woman, you and your partner will be taking part in a cultural exchange of sorts."
Jewels was confused. There were no undiscovered cultures left on earth.
"I see you're dying to ask a question. Don't worry, General Zenath shall explain."
The tall dark-skinned General stood, cleared his throat and took over the conversation. "Six months ago, one of our space probes picked up activity in an adjacent unexplored galaxy. Imagine our surprise, when a species, known as the Gatoans, contacted us via our probe. Since then, we have established a steady stream of communication. Now the King of the Gatoan Empire wishes to enter into an alliance with Earth."
"Excuse me, Sir," Jeremy politely interrupted. "I hate to ask for quickness, but my partner and I are tired from our ten-hour flight to get here. Can we keep this brief?"
Jewels changed her giggle into a quick cough at the expression on the General's face. ::Thought we were to be polite?::
::Screw it. They want us to do a job and I've got a feeling it will be dangerous for you.::
::I can take care of myself.::
::Don't get huffy, Kid. I'm calling it like I see it.::
Jewels saw General Zenath's glare. ::Uh, Jeremy, you made him mad.::
"Colonel Lingley, here is the "brief" version. An alien race will be here in one week to forge an alliance with us. We want your partner to test them, discretely of course, for psionic ability."
"You can't be serious!" Jewels yelped and blushed when all eyes turned to her. "Sir," she added belatedly.
"But I am, Lieutenant. Humankind can benefit from the Gatoans' advanced technologies. Our Diplomat and Intel agencies believe our new allies are withholding information. The Gatoans are very interested in humans and our psionic abilities."
"And what, Sir, did you tell them?" Jewels was sure she knew the answer and it saddened her.
"That it is rare, and when psionic powers manifest, they are small in nature, nothing earth-shattering."
::Interesting. Once again our powers are deemed insignificant,:: Jeremy growled.
::It won't be the first time we've had to play down our talents. I'm more afraid of what the contact with the aliens' minds will do to us.::
"Colonel, Lieutenant, we want only verbal conversation from here on out," the President ordered. He banged his cybernetic hand on the desk.
Jewels jumped guiltily. "Yes, Mr. President, Sir. Sorry, Sir!"
Jeremy smoothed his expression into a blank look and replied, "Yes, Sir."
Jewels snuck a glance at her partner's face. She could see the angry tic throbbing underneath his chin. Jeremy was heading for a cold rage, the kind that scared her with its intensity.
"Now, your orders are these." The President rose and came around the desk to stand directly in front of Jewels. His focus was completely on her.
She felt the power of his will and flinched. She saw a hint of emotion flicker in his eyes. She almost backed up, needing space, but Jeremy's calm strength filled their bond and she stood firm.
"You are to be present at the landing pad, one week from today, at Fort Blackwater with the base's troops. When our diplomat greets the Gatoans you will test their mental power while reporting simultaneously via your partner. Colonel, you will be stationed inside the command center along with medical personnel to monitor the situation and keep tabs on her vitals. I expect, Lt. Enbran, a full report on your findings."
"Yes, Mr. President." Jewels was unhappy with the mission and its parameters.
Jeremy didn't seem to be taking the news any better than she, but he only cursed telepathically while keeping his expression neutral.
Jewels had a sinking feeling that they were setting something in motion that was better left alone. She knew they would regret this.
* * *
After the pair left, the four men silently regarded each other. The quiet was broken by the President's sigh. "Are we doing the right thing, Brion?"
Colonel Brion nodded. "We are. I know her age is a concern, but it can't be helped. She is our strongest and most gifted psionic. No other telepath even comes close to the power that young lady can wield."
"She's been indoctrinated like the others. The assignment may not be to her liking, but the Lieutenant has never failed to carry out a task. I attribute her high success rate to the anchors we pick for her," a voice interjected from the dim corner across the room.
The President grimaced and touched his cybernetic arm. "Colonel Manroe, didn't your mother teach you not to sneak up on people?"
"Well, Psi-Ops is my mother, so I will have to say the opposite is true, Mr. President. Sneaking around and unsettling the masses is my job."
The other men chuckled and the atmosphere relaxed.
"Leave it to you to have a witty rejoinder," General Zenath snorted and headed to the bar to pour drinks.
"I came with the updates you requested. I also wanted you to know that Jewels discovered and disabled the spybots in the other room." Manroe took a glass from Zenath and sat down.
"How long did it take?" Hinson downed his shot of whiskey and gestured for the President to grab a glass.
"Do you mean how long for her to disable them or how long before she noticed?"
"Both."
"It took her less than thirty seconds to disable them. And as far as being aware, we're not sure if she knew and pretended not to notice. It was her partner who pointed them out." Manroe shrugged at the surprised looks of his companions. "I keep telling you, don't underestimate her or her anchor. Colonel Lingley is a dedicated and decorated Psi-Ops officer in his own right. That's why we paired them in the first place."
The President steepled his fingers and studied Manroe. "As current leader of the Psi-Ops Division, and as my friend, answer this for me. Will we regret using her?"
Manroe gave an enigmatic smile and stood. "I'll let you draw your own conclusions, Dimitri." He straightened and mock saluted the other three. "Good day, gentlemen. May all our plans come to fruition and may mankind continue to prosper."
"Colonel, wait!" General Zenath reached out a hand, but Manroe had vanished from his spot.
"I really hate it when he ripples out like that," General Hinson complained.
"I don't enjoy his cryptic words of wisdom. Makes me feel feeble-minded," Brion retorted.
"I think that is why he does it, my friends. I have nothing more to discuss." Dimitri looked at his advisers to see if anyone had anything to add. When no one spoke, he continued. "For now, let us adjourn and hope that young woman does not fail us."