for him to leave and go in search of her." He paused, still watching her face. "I understand your concern. A boy as young as he is, still coming into his powers, it's dangerous to play with his mind but it's far better that he not remember her at all. "
"Can we not adjust his memory so he thinks she died in the fire?"
Gunther nodded. "Yes, I would have preferred the simple fix. But, one memory triggers the next and the next. We just can't take that chance. Not with him and especially not with the girl."
"I see ," Jess said softly.
"Are you having doubts, Agent Carnarvon?"
"No sir." She lifted her chin, testing his mind and finding no suspicion, just a little concern.
"Because if you are then I may well have to transfer you from this case."
"No, sir," she repeated. "You have my full cooperation. I was just a little unsure, that is all."
"Very well. It's good to double check things." Not good to question your superior's commands. Jess had to steel herself against flinching at his thoughts. She could not let on that she second-guessed him all the time because that was her job. "I suggest you take a break now. I want you to stay with the boy until Graham has completed the wipe."
She gave him a short nod then made a few notes on her clipboard. She was saved from further pretense as Gunther turned his bulk to the doorway and left without another word.
Jess glanced at the agent who sat to her left, staring at the enormous monitor that showed the boy's vitals. "John, I'm heading home for a bit. Can you ring me when Graham arrives?" John dragged his eyes away from the monitor only long enough to give her a quick nod.
Satisfied that was all the response she would get, Jess placed her clipboard on the table by the door and left the room. Outside , the hallway was empty. Despite the cameras that watched, Jess disappeared. Omega knew what she was. Even if the regular agents didn't, her superiors knew she was a Titan; a level two Immortal, one rung below a god, and one above a mere Immortal.
Jess snorted a t the simplistic little boxes humans used.
***
Chapter 4
The room was silent except for the hum of machinery and the occasional sigh of breath as the boy inhaled and exhaled.
Darcy Graham's brow furrowed as she studied the printouts that spewed from the machine. Electrodes dotted the little boy's forehead, feeding brain activity data to her machine. She'd spent the last few months developing this technology, using both Omega's and Sentinel's intelligence to perfect it. Now, her machine was capable of sensing the slightest change in brain activity while she did an Erase.
She supposed it was a good thing she dabbled in programming on the side. A machine like this was priceless when deep inside a wipe. She could track vital signs and brain activity, know when to wait and when it was safe to proceed deeper. She'd certainly be able to operate with added confidence now that her little project had become a reality.
Darcy patted the small metal box and sighed as she rolled her chair back to the kid's bedside. Little Logan Westin. Another little pawn in the game of the DarkWorld.
Sometimes she hated her job. Today being no exception. She stared at the boy – glossy black hair, straight patrician nose, high cheekbones. This one's going to break a few hearts. She quashed a smile and rubbed her palms on her thighs, hoping the light sheen of nervous perspiration wouldn’t streak the fine linen of her suit pants.
She glanced up at Agent Carnarvon who'd arrived only seconds after Darcy herself had entered Logan's room. Carnarvon had a reputation for silence, and even though she was dressed in exactly the same fashion as Darcy, her matching linen jacket and pants seemed strangely free from creases, her white shirt surely whiter than was possible. The steely blonde's face remained expressionless and it irked Darcy. She'd once tried to touch the agent's mind and been repelled so fast she'd felt bile rise in her throat.
"Can we not adjust his memory so he thinks she died in the fire?"
Gunther nodded. "Yes, I would have preferred the simple fix. But, one memory triggers the next and the next. We just can't take that chance. Not with him and especially not with the girl."
"I see ," Jess said softly.
"Are you having doubts, Agent Carnarvon?"
"No sir." She lifted her chin, testing his mind and finding no suspicion, just a little concern.
"Because if you are then I may well have to transfer you from this case."
"No, sir," she repeated. "You have my full cooperation. I was just a little unsure, that is all."
"Very well. It's good to double check things." Not good to question your superior's commands. Jess had to steel herself against flinching at his thoughts. She could not let on that she second-guessed him all the time because that was her job. "I suggest you take a break now. I want you to stay with the boy until Graham has completed the wipe."
She gave him a short nod then made a few notes on her clipboard. She was saved from further pretense as Gunther turned his bulk to the doorway and left without another word.
Jess glanced at the agent who sat to her left, staring at the enormous monitor that showed the boy's vitals. "John, I'm heading home for a bit. Can you ring me when Graham arrives?" John dragged his eyes away from the monitor only long enough to give her a quick nod.
Satisfied that was all the response she would get, Jess placed her clipboard on the table by the door and left the room. Outside , the hallway was empty. Despite the cameras that watched, Jess disappeared. Omega knew what she was. Even if the regular agents didn't, her superiors knew she was a Titan; a level two Immortal, one rung below a god, and one above a mere Immortal.
Jess snorted a t the simplistic little boxes humans used.
***
Chapter 4
The room was silent except for the hum of machinery and the occasional sigh of breath as the boy inhaled and exhaled.
Darcy Graham's brow furrowed as she studied the printouts that spewed from the machine. Electrodes dotted the little boy's forehead, feeding brain activity data to her machine. She'd spent the last few months developing this technology, using both Omega's and Sentinel's intelligence to perfect it. Now, her machine was capable of sensing the slightest change in brain activity while she did an Erase.
She supposed it was a good thing she dabbled in programming on the side. A machine like this was priceless when deep inside a wipe. She could track vital signs and brain activity, know when to wait and when it was safe to proceed deeper. She'd certainly be able to operate with added confidence now that her little project had become a reality.
Darcy patted the small metal box and sighed as she rolled her chair back to the kid's bedside. Little Logan Westin. Another little pawn in the game of the DarkWorld.
Sometimes she hated her job. Today being no exception. She stared at the boy – glossy black hair, straight patrician nose, high cheekbones. This one's going to break a few hearts. She quashed a smile and rubbed her palms on her thighs, hoping the light sheen of nervous perspiration wouldn’t streak the fine linen of her suit pants.
She glanced up at Agent Carnarvon who'd arrived only seconds after Darcy herself had entered Logan's room. Carnarvon had a reputation for silence, and even though she was dressed in exactly the same fashion as Darcy, her matching linen jacket and pants seemed strangely free from creases, her white shirt surely whiter than was possible. The steely blonde's face remained expressionless and it irked Darcy. She'd once tried to touch the agent's mind and been repelled so fast she'd felt bile rise in her throat.
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