Ghostwalker 02 - Mind Game

tape from the man’s mouth. The agent swore like a sailor.

    “You have something to say worth hearing?”

    “I don’t know anything about a traitor,” the agent said, “but if you know something about Jesse, I want to hear it. You owe me that much.”

    “You shot at me.”

    “You broke into my house.”

    “You’ve got some illegal weapons here,” Nicolas pointed out mildly.

    “Is he alive? What the hell’s going on? Jesse Calhoun is a friend of mine. No one will tell us anything other than he’s in a hospital, somewhere we’re not allowed to know about.”

    “And so you protected yourselves here, didn’t you?” Nicolas said thoughtfully. “You decided whoever went after your friend, could very well come after you.”

    “It’s logical.”

    “What’s your name?”

    “Neil Campbell.”

    “Tell the agent in the other room to walk out with his hands in the air and no weapons on him. We’ll talk,” Nicolas offered. He knew the others were hastily going through the house, but his gut told him the two agents they’d cornered were innocents.

    Neil hesitated and then shook his head. “I can’t get through to him.”

    “I’ll tell my man to allow you to speak to him. You don’t want him dead, and we’ve got him boxed in. I don’t want any of my men dead.” Kaden, monitor them if you can .

    I’m on it . As always Kaden was relaxed. He’s telling his buddy to come out without a weapon. That we’re GhostWalkers looking for a traitor in the NCIS. He says he believes us .

    “There are three of you who use this house. Where’s the third?”

    “You have intel on us.”

    “That would be affirmative. I can tell you every bone you’ve ever broken in your body. I even know about your training with Whitney.”

    Neil’s face shut down immediately. He stared blankly at Nicolas. Before he could protest, Nicolas shook his head. “Don’t bother. I’ve already gotten the ‘I’m not at liberty to discuss that’ speech. I don’t need confirmation. You, Maxwell, Calhoun, your buddy,”
    he jerked a thumb toward the other bedroom.

    “Norton, Jack Norton,” Gator said into his radio. “He’s very cooperative.” The molasses in his voice was dripping, which meant his prisoner was combative.

    Nicolas froze for a moment when he heard the name. It was legendary in the world of snipers. Kaden, did you get that? Tell the men to spread out, look for another sniper hidden somewhere. High ground, he’ll go up. Jack has a twin .

    In spite of his tension, Nicolas kept his expression tranquil and continued with his conversation as if he hadn’t recognized the name. “And your buddy Norton all volunteered for a classified experiment Dr. Peter Whitney talked you into. He enhanced your psychic abilities and you were trained as a unit to work missions using your new talents. Unfortunately, there are severe repercussions to using them. All of you suffer continual headaches and other much more debilitating effects. When you’ve all had enough and want to learn how to function in the world without having to have the protection of your anchors at all times, put out the call to Lily Whitney, the doctor’s daughter, and she’ll help you.”

    Ian’s voice whispered in Nicolas’s ear. “Lot’s of security on the computer. Far more than normal.”

    “Bringing him in,” Gator reported.

    Nicolas stepped to the side of the door and waited for Jack Norton to be brought into the room. He was a stocky man with beefy arms and chest, the defined muscles of a man who worked out daily and kept in shape. He looked a fighter, and his eyes were flat and cold and immediately jumped to Neil and then back at Nicolas with the promise of retaliation.

    “Kneel down, Norton,” Nicolas ordered. “Keep your fingers locked behind your neck.
    You search him, Gator?”

    “Knife the size of a sword on him,” Gator commented. “And just to be special, he had several throwing knives on him too.” He winked at Nicolas. “Thought I might miss those while I was staring in awe at that he-man knife.”

    Norton flicked him a look, cold as ice. Gator smiled at him.

    “You okay, Neil?” Norton asked.

    “I’m okay. My chest hurts like hell.”

    “I know you,” Nicolas said. “We crossed paths a couple of times in a couple of countries. What else do you have on you?”

    “Couple of small knives and a couple of guns.”

    “That’s not possible.” The smile vanished from Gator’s face.

    “This