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containing the information on the HB Project was incomplete, because the download was aborted too soon."
    "Shit." Connor scowled. "
HB Project
? What does that mean?"
    "It means that thing was part of a greater program, but I can't tell how extensive it was."
    "Fuck." Connor felt like hitting something. "If there are more of those freaks, we've got problems."
    "That's putting it mildly."
    "I have to warn Cross."
    "Yes." Wager nodded sagely. "And because he doesn't remember what you tell him in dreams, you'll have to do it in person."
    "
What
?" Connor gaped. "Are you nuts?"
    "You've seen one of those things," the lieutenant pointed out, "and fought with it. That gives you an advantage. Trent's the only other Elite who saw it in action and you know he's not ready for a mission such as this."
    Connor growled and began to pace the length of the stone-walled room.
    "Think about it, captain. Do you trust anyone else to relay the gravity of this situation to Cross? I don't."
    "I trust you."
    Wager stilled, then cleared his throat. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate that, you know I do. But you need me here going through the entries we downloaded from the database, and you and Captain Cross have a unique dynamic. For centuries you have kept the Elite in tight fighting form with high morale and a low casualty rate. And you're friends. I think in a new world, possibly fighting a new enemy you're going to need that support to succeed."
    "It's a bad idea to send the highest ranking officer away from the troops. I don't like it. Not one bit." Connor glanced at the Elder-in-training who slept oblivious in the nearby glass tube. His head hung low, his chin to his chest, his body held upright by no discernable device. This one was dark-haired and very young. Not much past his teens Connor would guess.
    "I don't like it either, but here are the facts: I'm the best person to search the database and you are the best person to work with Cross. By reversing that, we would be crippling both missions before they start. We can't afford to do that."
    "Damn it, I know that." Connor scrubbed both hands through his hair. "I'm not even really arguing the point. It's just the principle of the thing that gets to me."
    "I understand that you're not arguing. I know I'm only saying aloud the thoughts you have in your head. Frankly, I wish I could be the one to go." Wager smiled, his gray eyes lit with wry amusement. "I've got a Dreamer of my own I'd like to track down."
    "No way."
    Wager shrugged. "But you're the one who should go. I'm more than capable of running things around here."
    "I know." Connor heaved out his breath. "You should have been promoted a long time ago."
    "I don't know about that," the lieutenant said easily. "My emotions get in the way more than they should. I'm growing out of it, but it's taken me a few centuries."
    Connor turned toward the open archway. "I'll go speak to the men. You find me a Medium in Southern California."
    "Captain?" Wager called after him.
    "Yes?"
    "About coming back…"
    Jaw tensing, Connor raised both brows in silent query.
    "I discovered something else. When we physically ride a human's stream of subconscious thought, we leave a traceable thread behind. It can then be used to 'yank' the Guardian back."
    "That's how the Elders brought Aidan back?"
    "Apparently. If necessary, we can pull you back the same way. But… the Medium is damaged in the process."
    "Damaged?"
    "It's fatal to humans." The lieutenant crossed his arms and settled more firmly on his heels, a stance Connor had come to recognize as preparation for a difficult task. "Strokes, dilated cardiomyopathy… 'sudden deaths' are the result."
    "Shit." Connor reached out to the threshold of the archway and leaned his weight into it. "That's why it's not a viable means of hopping between the two planes."
    "I suspect that's the reason we haven't migrated over there," Wager agreed, "if only in small numbers. We would have to leave guards behind to prevent the