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               The Chronicles of Michael Black 
                                              By Michael Korvan


                                              Prologue




David O'Rourke was one of those types of people that just didn't
know where his life was going. It wasn't really surprising, since
the boy was only sixteen years old. However, people always
thought that he was an odd sort of boy. This had nothing to do
with his looks, however. Just in the way he acted.

To most, David was an enigma wrapped in a puzzle. He would get up
every morning at 2:00AM, just to do his morning rituals. He was
in the two percent range of the population that only needed about
two hours sleep. What were his morning rituals? For one thing, he
would put on his joggers and went for a five mile run down the
road and walk back to cool off. The other thing that he did was
lift weights almost religiously for three hours. His mother had
set him up a full weight room in the garage when he got
interested in physical fitness at the age of nine.

His mother was the type of person that believed in giving
children free rein until they proved that they could not handle
it. So far, David had not proved that once, that she knew off.
Since the woman was a rich Heiress, she could afford these small
things, like weight rooms and computers without spoiling her
kids.

All of this made him the fittest boy in his classes. However,
that did not count the Aikido and Kenpo classes that he was
taking from seven to ten at night, and that was since he was four
years old his mother also paid for these. All of these things and
his burning desire to do them, made him kind of strange to his
fellow classmates, who usually wanted to laze around. Especially
since he seemed to coast in school on straight A's. However, that
had more to do with his eidetic memory than anything else did in
his education. That, combined with his speed reading ability,
made him almost unstoppable in school.

Even though he had many skills in languages (Italian, German and
French), Martial Arts and fitness, there were still areas that he
was sorely lacking in, in life. One of the main areas was in
social skills the boy had almost no friends, unless they wanted
help with their homework. Girls? Forget it. The boy was much to
shy to approach them to strike up a conversation. He was much too
shy period, when he thought about it, and he did not have a clue
as to why that was.

He was fairly good looking for a boy his age. He had hair that
was as black as a crow feather and blue eyes that reminded a lot
of people of the sky, they were so unusual. His physique was
almost absolutely perfect for a sixteen year old. Therefore, he
didn't understand what the problem was. It was not as if his home
life was real shitty, because it wasn't. A lot of people blamed
all kinds of shit on their parents, but not David. He knew all
his problems were just that his. There was no use blaming anyone
else.

Besides, his home life was the only place that he felt his
nervousness ebb away but not completely. His father died four
years ago in a car crash, so all he had was his sisters and his
mother. Well, when he said that his nervousness completely ebbed
away, that wasn't completely true. Since his adoption at the age
of two, he didn't really feel guilty ogling the beautiful women
in his life, including his adoptive Mother to a lesser degree. He
had always said that the women in his house were the most
beautiful of the female species in town.

His oldest sister was seventeen and was a straight "A" student
just as he was. Her name was Heather. The only problem he had
with her was the fact that she was more than a little snobbish
and would rather break her neck than break a rule. That, however,
did not stop her beauty. With long blonde hair and eyes the color
of sapphire, she was definitely a looker. Her main problem was
that she was very gorgeous and she knew it and used it to her
advantage.

That brings David to the second sister he had. She was the exact
same age as he was. Born on the same day and everything. He knew
that he shouldn't play favorites, but he couldn't help it. This
sister was his best friend. Her name was Jennifer... moreover,
may God help anyone that called her by her full name. For most of
her life she had always went by the name of Jenni. 

She was something else. She wasn't much for lifting weights, but
she always went running with him and to Martial Arts classes. She
had the same eidetic memory (which was just odd) and the same
burning desire to improve herself. The amazing thing was that she
kept up in both activities. David always enjoyed watching her
kick around the other boys in class with her small stature.

The one thing that not many people knew was that both David and
Jenni had a real mean streak in them if they became irritated
with their piers. Even though the streak was really wide and
almost feral like, they never seemed to question it. Some of the
bullies at the school had found this out the hard way. David
didn't throw one punch, but he laughed his ass off as Jenni broke
several of their bones. The funny thing was that neither ever got
in trouble for this.

When confronted by a teacher or authority figure, the figure
would get a blank look for a few seconds and then just tell them
to go to class. This was the type of thing that had happened
almost every single time.

Like David, Jenni, his sister, was also an odd one. Albeit she
was an odd one for different reasons. Reasons that drove her
mother crazy. She mostly always dressed in black with a gold
cross for a single earring and a football cap perched on top of
her head that proudly displayed the Raiders logo. She also had a
sarcastic remark every time when someone got on her nerves in the
littlest way. At school, she was definitely someone the kids knew
not to fuck with on a bad day. 

With her hair cut just below the ears and dyed black, David
thought it looked good they looked like twins, except she had
more curves. Their family threw a fit, though. They were always
jumping in and giving them a lecture for thinking or acting
outside the box. They just both thanked whatever Higher Power was
watching from above that their mother had no clue that they both
carried handguns on them most of the time. 9mms to be exact.

Even though Jenni was really his best friend, there were certain
things that David just could not tell her. One of those things
was the Whispers. Alternatively, at least, that was what he
called them. They were not loud enough to hear clearly. In fact,
they all seemed jumbled and running together. David couldn't tell
her because he didn't think that he could stand her look at him
as if he should be in a loony bin. He cared very much of what his
adoptive sister thought of him.

The second thing was something different. It felt like it lived
deep inside his soul. It was something dark and feral. It was
something that he knew reveled in the scent of blood and would
bath in it if it could. It took a lot to frighten David, but
whatever it was that he felt did, and it frightened him badly.

The scary thing was that the Whispers were starting to get louder
and louder and it was getting hard for him to block them out. He
finally figured out that they were the mental voices of people
around him after a while, but that didn't do any good. Because of
the other voices, he couldn't focus on just one. Oh, how he
wished that he could just concentrate on one, which would be so
much easier.

In addition, this is where the story begins. David has finally
started his Journey.


                                           Chapter One



I don't know what the hell has been happening to me lately. All
the voices in my head are like a low-grade buzz. I can tell that
it is very close to driving me mad. Hell, even my damn grades are
dropping. I really don't know what to do anymore. It's not as if
I can turn to anyone. When school let out, I went straight home
and locked myself in my room in hopes of helping keep all the
voices at bay. 

It helped a little, but not much. I had been locking myself in my
room for well over two weeks and I knew that Jenni was getting
pissed. For good reason. We usually hung out together in all our
spare time. I really didn't know how much longer I could hold her
off. If she asked me a direct question, I know I couldn't lie. I
never could lie to her. She always had a look that made me fold.

As I was sitting in my room, there was a loud knock at the door.
I could tell it was Jenni by the style of the knock. At that
moment, I knew what was going to happen she was going to drill it
out of me. In that moment, I felt a moment of pure panic for
about thirty seconds. Then, strangely, a wave of calm came over
me. Hell, maybe it would be good to get it off my chest. Maybe I
would feel a hell of a lot better if someone knew. Well, David,
there is only one-way to find out and that is to let her in.

I got up and unlocked the door to see my Jenni with a face on
that I recognized well. It was her Resolve Face. It meant that
she wanted answers, and she wanted answers now! "I guess you want
to talk. Come on in and have a seat. I gotta warn you though, you
are going to think that I am a complete fucking nut," I told her
with a halfhearted smirk.

"Ah, c'mon, Bro. It can't be that bad," she told me with a
sympathetic look. She was always doing that to me. I could count
on three fingers the people that she would even bother to
comfort. I'll admit it: My sixteen-year-old sister could be a
hard-assed bitch if she didn't like or love you.

"No, I mean it; you are going to think I am crazy, because I
think I am going crazy!" I tried to keep the panic out of my
voice, but I don't think that I did a very good job.

"Just calm down and tell me what's going on."

I took a deep breath and couldn't believe I was actually going to
tell her. "I'm hearing voices when nobody is talking. They are
all jumbled and I can't understand a damn thing they say and I
know I am going crazy because I believe they are other people's
thoughts," I told her with my head bowed. I really was ashamed I
was going crazy and didn't know what was going on.

I expected many things from my sister. A hug. Laughing. Crying
for her brother's lost sanity. What I didn't expect was a snort
of amusement and her next sentence. "I told Mom that we should
have told you. Nevertheless, noooo, she said that it usually
skips the male members of the family and she didn't want to worry
you."

I don't know about you, but I was as confused as hell. "What the
fuck are you talking about, Sis?"

"Short answer or long answer?"

"Both."

"Ok, short answer you are not crazy."

"Gee, that helped," I replied sarcastically. "How about the long
answer?"

My sister had a thoughtful look on her face for a moment before
she answered. "We are what are known as Psionics. Psionics have
the abilities of Telepathy, Telekinesis and Empathy. However,
they usually specialize in only one. I am specializing in
Telekinesis. I know all of this because Mom told me after she
caught me floating a pencil with nothing but thought alone about
a month ago. In two weeks, she is planning to send me to a school
called Ground Zero. There, they will find my weaknesses and
strengths and work with them the best they can. I imagine that
you will be going with me. And I cannot tell you how happy that
makes me!" she exclaimed as she gave me a bone crushing hug.

After she released me, I finally spoke, even though relief was
flowing through me. "That's great that I'm going to be going with
you in two weeks, but that does not exactly help me now. I was
serious; those voices are driving me to the edge. I need help and
I need it A.S.A.P. What can we do about that?"

Jenni looked thoughtful again before she spoke. "Mom told me how
she knew all this stuff when she told me. She said that she knew
a powerful telepath and that they were still friends. Maybe you
could get her to call her to come over and help you. She said her
friend still lived in the city."

"That's brilliant!"

"You want to talk to Mom now?"

"You bet your ass."



I couldn't believe this shit. I asked Mom and she seemed very
sympathetic. She immediately got on the phone and called up her
friend that she met in college, who went by the name Westen.
After she hung up, she told me that Westen wanted to speak with
me alone and that she and the girls were going out for the night
and would be back late. Westen was going to stay with me. I can
admit it to myself. I was nervous as hell about meeting a
powerful telepath. Is it just me, or is my life getting more and
more complicated and weirder by the fucking hour?

After Mom had hung up the phone, I didn't waste any time in what
I did next. As soon as they were out the door, I picked up the
phone and called an associate. Not a friend, an associate. We had
known each other since we were eleven. Let's just say that he had
Family with a capital "F". That's right; his father was head of
the biggest Mafia Family in Detroit.

The cool thing about this particular Family was that they were
always on the look out for new weapons. They even had
manufacturing centers. The other cool thing was my associate's
Doc father trusted me as much as he trusted his son. We had done
many deals together. He didn't care if I was a sixteen-year-old
kid money was money. That was his saying

Now, as you are reading this, you are probably wondering just
where a sixteen-year-old kid could get enough money to gain the
respect of one of the biggest Mafia leaders in Detroit. One word
hacking. After meeting Doc at school and learning some things, I
decided to target the bank accounts of most of the lower Mafia
start-ups. After hitting seven accounts, I had a little over
twelve million dollars. Neither Mom nor Jenni knew about any of
this.

However, that was only half of what gained me their respect.
There are two parts that gained me all their respect, but I'm
only going to give you one of them right now. The term, I
believe, is investment. I basically trusted Mario Torino, Doc's
Father, with six million dollars of my money. I wanted him to
invest it in the arms trade, prostitution and assassination but
to stay away from drugs like the plague, just as he did. We both
knew that the drug business was shaky at best, and besides that,
we both had too many morals to get into something that could fuck
up a child's life.

The phone rang three times before someone picked it up. "This is
Mario."

"You know, you could just say that this is Mario's Pizza and it
would be more covert." I answered with a chuckle, getting one in
return. I was one of the few people in the city that could insult
him like that and live.

"I see you're still a wise ass, kid. How have you been?"

"Well, to tell the truth, I could be better. I have something
that I have to take care of and I don't know if they will end up
being friend or foe."

All the sudden, all the humor was out of his voice as he spoke.
"You want me to send some of the boys your way, Diavoletto?"

I have to admit that this was a tough decision for me to make. I
didn't know what this woman was capable of, or if she was even a
threat. "If you could, just send Joey and Paul. Have them wait on
the corner, if they don't get a call from me within thirty
minutes of the meeting have them move in."

"That is doable."

"Also do you know if the prototype for my 9mm is ready?"

"I was going to call you later today and tell you that it is
ready. I couldn't understand half of what the scientists were
saying, but I do know that it is made out of complete Adamantium
and you have a little bit of nitro in the shell cases."

"Cool. The meeting doesn't take place for another two hours, so
could you just have Joey drop it off and ring the doorbell. I'll
wait two minutes to make sure he is gone to get the package. I'll
also need five hundred rounds of ammo."

"It will be done, Diavoletto. Be careful, and if you need more
help just send the words." There was that name again. My
nickname, Little Devil. That wasn't a term of affection it was an
earned name.  

"Thank you, my friend. I'll speak with you later," I told him as
I gently hung up the phone. 

Was I being paranoid? Hell yes. But then again, it was better to
be prepared. This was another thing Jenni and my family had no
idea about in my life. However, if everything went smoothly, I
was going to introduce Jenni to the secret tonight. I knew that
she wouldn't have a problem with it. At least I hoped.

I only had one more secret that I was going to spring on her and
I was ninety percent sure that she would not bulk at the idea. It
was the secret of where I got the nickname Little Devil came
from. Besides being partners with Mario in his business ventures,
I was also his top assassin.

The doorbell rang right on time and I waited two minutes before
getting up and opening the door. There was a large duffle bag on
the front porch. I picked it up and unloaded it on the coffee
table. The gun was very heavy, but it also had a two-mile range
thanks to the nitro. I loaded the experimental ammo into the clip
and slapped into the gun, chambering it afterwards. I took the
duffle bag and hid it under my bed.

Afterwards, I sat on the sofa in the living room and wondered
what the telepath would be like. For some reason I kept getting a
picture of a nerdy looking girl since she was supposed to be
powerful mentally. Do not ask me why that thought popped into my
head. Maybe it was just to amuse myself. I just hoped that she
wasn't a complete bitch. It would be cool if she was cool she
could probably teach me a lot of things. Damn those buzzing
voices were getting annoying.

Then all of the sudden I wasn't alone anymore. There was a knock
at the door.

Carefully getting up from the couch the voices were making me
dizzy I made my way to the door. When I opened up the door I was
damn near speechless. I was expecting a nerd, not a goddess. She
stood about five foot eight and had long, straight red hair, with
perfect green eyes. Her body was also a knock out, since she was
wearing a snug fitting business suit that fit her in a perfect
way for a teenager to watch. It showed casual elegance and
sexiness at the same time. I could hardly believe what I was
seeing. She couldn't be more than twenty.

It was then that she stuck out her hand. "Hi. My name is Westen
MacKay. I believe your mother told you that I would be coming
over. Actually, she begged me to come over to help you, but
that's not important," she stated with a chuckle.

Finally, my manners kicked in. I almost slapped myself for
staring at her. "Please come in, I've been expecting you. In
addition, might I say, I really hope that you can help me. The
voices keep getting louder and louder." Yes, I was begging.
Pathetic, huh?

As she walked through the door, she looked at me closely. "Yes, I
am pretty sure that we will be able to do something for the short
term. Hell, maybe even the long term. It depends on how quickly
you pick it up."

Finally, we made it back to the living room and sat down on the
sofa, after she laid her briefcase down on the coffee table. That
was when she spoke again. "Have you ever heard of meditation?"

"Of course. You mean meditation would have been able to cure this
all along?"

"No, of course not. However, it is a big part of it. You will
have to meditate for about ten minutes and then I want you to do
something very specific. I want you to think real hard about a
sturdy mental wall that will encircle your entire mind and then
kind of anchor it to yourself. It doesn't matter what it is, as
long as it is very sturdy. I myself use a wall of bricks. Now the
important part is leaving three small holes in it so that you can
use your gift with control. Are you ready to begin?"

For some reason, I didn't think that meditation would be as hard
as it was, but it was. I finally got to the point that she wanted
with a few seconds to spare. However, I had to get up and make a
quick phone call. I really didn't want my house riddled with
bullets. That was when I remembered that she told me to build
something sturdy around my mind, leaving three miniature holes so
that I could control my gifts.

My concentration was broken, though, when I heard a sharp intake
of breath. I opened my eyes and saw that Westen was staring at me
with wide green eyes and a very pale face. That was the moment
that I could have slapped myself. She was a telepath; of course,
she read my thoughts. Therefore, if she read my thoughts, she new
that I have killed a lot of people.

"You have nothing to fear from me, telepath. If you don't believe
me, look into my head and see my morals and the type of people I
have ghosted."

She was still a little pale and shaky when she spoke to me. "You
give me permission to do a full, in-depth scan on you?"

"If you give me your word that the secrets of others in my head
will not come to light? Sure, I give you my permission," I
replied in an even voice.

"You have my word. It will be easier to do the scan if you lie
down on the floor and let me lay a hand on your forehead. I can
do it without doing this, but this way makes it faster." She said
all this in a stronger voice and I was glad. I really didn't want
to freak her out.

As for me, I couldn't actually believe that I was doing this. I
was famous for not trusting anyone and here I was letting this
beautiful goddess shift through all of my memories as if they
were pages in a book. This was a very new sensation for me,
trusting someone besides Jenni.

I knew the exact moment that she started shifting through my
mind. It was like reliving every one of my memories in fast
forward. However, she wasn't looking at all of them. Just the
one's that would determine if I was dangerous or not. It took her
ten minutes to finish and I knew that she had seen all seventeen
people that I had killed for Mario and the nine that I had
ghosted just because I felt it needed done. Now was the moment of
truth.

I have noticed through my life that people are very
unpredictable. Some people would turn away in revulsion. Some
would get sick enjoyment at seeing some of the things that I have
done. Then there was the last response, and it was my favorite
response. She had the response written on her face.

With a look of weary acceptance, she looked at me with sad eyes.
"You are so young, and you have seen much more than people that
are double your age. It amazes me that you are still sane.
Especially with what you call the Whispers with you all the
time."

I really didn't know what to say, so I just shrugged.

With narrowed eyes, she looked at me shrewdly, as if coming to a
decision. "I think that I need to tell you a little about Ground
Zero. First I am going to give you the basics, then a more
in-depth look."

"Ready when you are," I responded with a boyish grin.

"Ground Zero is basically a school for Psionics. There are four
different types of Psionics in the world. The first is the
Telepaths. They are the rarest. Empaths are next and there are a
lot more of them in the world then anything else. The last is
Telekinetics. They are somewhere in the middle. Then there is the
last group. They are the one's that have all three abilities,
each with an equal amount of strength. When I was in your head, I
noticed that you fall in the fourth category."

I didn't know what the hell to say, so I just nodded.

"Now, not many people know this, but there is a sphere in a
Psionics brain that gives him the power he has. When I looked at
yours, I noticed that it was somewhat abnormally large. When a
person is as powerful as you are, something happens after their
training. Moreover, speaking of training, your training will be
just a little different from normal."

Now this raised a lot of questions in my mind, but I went back to
something that she sort of just glossed over when she spoke
before. "What did you mean by something happening after my
training?"

"Do you know what you sometimes do for Mario?" At my nod she
continued. "They would probably have you join a group that is
called the Black Dragon Society. Moreover, they would be sending
you out to dispatch rogue Psionics. I should also mention that
each rogue that you bring in, dead or alive, would be worth
500,000 dollars. However, make no mistake; this would be a very
hard job that has been laid in front of you."

That gave me pause and a lot to think about before I went. 

Before my thought process could really get going though, she
derailed it again. "Since you interrupted the meditation
exercise, you will have to do it again. Then we will have you
build a wall made of sturdy material around your mind, anchoring
it so you will not have to think about it. Do not worry if this
is difficult, sometimes it takes days to build a suitable
shield."

Therefore, it was back to the basics for me. Again, I found
meditation a lot harder than it sounded in the books. When I got
to a state of calm, it came time for me to build a shield. Just
in time too, because the voices were starting to turn into
shouts. I deliberated for a few minutes and finally came up with
a material to use for my new mental shield.

It was the same metal as my gun.

Adamantium.

As I was building my shield, it was almost as if I could see
inside my head. I knew that this was very important, so I decided
to take it nice and slow. I started slowly and visualized the
metal slowly, very slowly, melting upwards around my mind I
didn't want any imperfections. I was almost distractedly aware
that sweat was liberally flowing off my body. I didn't care; I
had to get this done. Time escaped me. I didn't know how long I
was slowly building that shield up.

The shield was completely up now. I couldn't hear any voices. It
was then that I remembered to create three small holes in my
shield so that I could use my gift. I did so quickly and easily.
However, it was then I had a thought. Leaving the holes open
would be a weakness in my defense. I still do not know how I did
it, but I made them be able to close subconsciously if someone
tried to invade.

Finally, I let out a shaky breath and opened my eyes. I belatedly
realized that my entire body was drenched in sweat. I looked up
at the clock on the wall first, and I was shocked. I had spent
nine hours on that shield. However, I knew it was damn well worth
the effort.

It was then that I looked across from me on the floor to see
Westen beaming such a bright smile at me, which reminded me of
the sun. She handed me a soda, which I opened and downed quickly,
then she handed me another. I decided to sip on this one. I was
still thirsty as hell, though.

"I take it that you are smiling like that for a reason?" I asked,
more than a little confused by her behavior.

"After you finished your shield, I tried to pierce it. You didn't
even feel it did you?" She asked me, opening a soda of her own.

"No, should I have?"

"Yeah, you should've," she started laughingly. "The point is that
you created a perfect shield out of one of the strongest metals
on the planet. No other Psionic has ever been able to do that,
ever."

"So you're saying that I have the strongest shields that Ground
Zero has ever seen?" I asked a little impressed.

It was then that she gave me that same shrewd, appraising look
before she spoke. "With that Shield and your knowledge of
fighting and death, you are practically guaranteed a spot in the
Black Dragon Society. I learned that Treadston trained you and
you are a free agent to them. They judge a person by power and
skill. All you need is the mental skill and you will be part of
the Inner Circle of the Black Dragon. I know that you do not know
the full meaning of that, and to tell the truth, neither do I.
What I do know is that if you are part of the Inner Circle, your
reach would be world wide, whatever that means."

"I can tell you know that with that shield you built and your
Martial Arts, you are practically assured a position in the
Dragon Society.

"However, I can tell you this much, just with the skill you have
now, you will have the choice of any partner that you like.  Even
though I have a good idea of whom you would pick," she told me in
an amused voice.

I answered that easily. "Jenni. We've always stuck together,
thick and thin."

"Ok, this is what I am going to do for you two, and you should be
grateful, because I have hardly ever done this for anyone. In my
briefcase, there are books for beginners, intermediate and
advanced forms of Telepathy and Telekinesis that's six books in
all. I am going to put off dragging you and Jenni away from your
home for two months. That will give you and Jenni extra time to
study and practice out of those books. 

"However, I am going to send a field agent that has graduated
both Ground Zero and the Black Dragon Society and is qualified to
teach, even if she is a little young. Is all of this agreeable to
you, David? Remember, the only reason I am doing this is so that
you will be ready for the training to get into the Black Dragon
Society. Your tutor should have you up to standards by the time
that you are ready for your real training. Hell, your real
training might not even be necessary. Do you have any
questions?"

"Yeah, how old is my trainer and are they a he or a she?" 

"You trainer's name is Kait Wilson and she is
seventeen-years-old. She will show up in two days time. Remember
she is mostly here to give advice and do research since she is
basically a genius at hacking. Well, if that is all, I think that
I will take my leave." Then she reached into her briefcase and
pulled out the books she said she was going to leave and left
them on the table.

With that, she was out the door before I could even say goodbye.


Now a person would have figured it would have been easy sailing
from this point on. However, there were things that I had to come
clean with, with my sister in all but blood. How do you come out
and tell someone that you have killed twenty-six people and are
an active partner to the largest Mafia Family in the city, not to
mention a top-secret organization that specialized in killing?
Should have been easy, but I was just having trouble with it.

Then there was the whole deal with running my part of the Mafia.
I was debating on bringing Jenni in early, and letting her sink
or swim. However, I couldn't do that. I would have to walk her
through it slowly. After all, I had two months until the
schooling at Ground Zero started. I would start her out in the
field with assassination first, and then move her through the
ranks slowly. She would most certainly get more respect that way.
I was sure of that.

I was sitting at my computer desk and had just sent an encrypted
e-mail to Mario telling him that I would be taking on a protge in
the near future. I asked him if there were any unfavorable
targets that my protge and I could take for some money. I told
him that my protge needed to make some money for a start up. He
was the only one that I remotely trusted to ask this. I also
asked him to drop off another modified 9mm with the same type of
ammo tomorrow. I had just finished sending the e-mail off when my
door opened and my sister walked slowly in.

"Mom's wiped. She went on to bed. Sooo how's the head? Still
schizophrenic?" she asked with a playful smirk. 

I laughed at her attempt at humor before responding. She could
always make me smile. "I'll have you know that I can't hear one
damn voice at the moment. In fact, Mom's friend said I had the
best shields she has ever come across. She also said that we
could study here with a tutor for two months before we have to go
anywhere."
Jenni let out a whoop of joy at getting the two more months
worth of training before they had to go. I thought her smile was
going to break her face, but then it sort of just faltered a
little. "They wouldn't have done that for any reason. What
happened while Mom and I were gone?"

"She's a telepath, Jen," I told her softly. "She read my mind and
found some things that she thought would be useful to a group
within Ground Zero."

"What could she have found that...," she trailed off as she
looked directly in my eyes. "Those nights that you sneak out.
Whatever you were doing, they want you to do the same thing."

This was a shock. I didn't think that anyone noticed me sneaking
out.

"Don't look so shocked. I figured you would tell me when you were
ready. The only question now is just what the hell were you doing
on those nights out?"

I hesitated for a few minutes before answering. "You know who Doc
Torino's father is?"

"Yeah, but what has that..." She stopped mid sentence and her
eyes got wide. "You're working for Mario Torino?!?" She said in a
whispered shout.

"Calm down. In addition, yeah, I used to be one of his top
Assassins. Now we're more business partners than anything else."
I said this in an even voice. This was the point I feared. She
would either freak and run, or accept it.

I should have known she would have accepted it. I watched as her
face became calm, methodical, as she was thinking. Then she said
something that made me realize that my sister was always a smart
cookie. "They want to train you to ghost rogue Psionics. You must
be pretty fucking good if they want that of you." She said this
in an impressed voice.

I just shrugged modestly. 

"But why do I get to train with you?"

"They told me I could pick a partner. I thought that you might
like in on it. Do you want to? If you don't want to be part of
this, I'll understand." Even to my ears, my voice sounded
pained.

"Don't be stupid. We're in this through thick and thin."

Then we banged our fists together, as was our custom.

"What about Doc's Family? Do you want a part of that?"

"Hell yes," she stated with a smirk that was damn near evil.















































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