Free Virtually His by Gennita Low Page A

combined reports from the Special Forces trainers from Year One. Physical endurance is above normal and completion of the one-year training with Special Forces was above average. Subject passed basic and advanced tests.
    “Third is acknowledgment from the CIA task force in charge of Project Inner Space from Year Two. Their report is classified Red. Acknowledgment that subject finished Phase Two of Project Inner Space and showed no signs of mental stress or behavioral changes.
    “Four is FBI background reports. Subject, as are most operatives in this contract agency, is an orphan. No family history available. No attempt taken to look for natural mother and father. Contract agency will not release information. We see this as a nonissue.
    “Here is what the Center will provide at the next stage. We’ll combine—”
    Secret test facility, Virginia
    No! Zoom!
    No, no, please, no! Zoom!
    “Dark, dark…oh, no…I can’t hear anything any more, sir. I tried to focus on the screen, to see who’s talking and…it just turned dark. I hear nothing now.” Blast of power. Really, really powerful energy. “I heard him but I couldn’t see…him.”
    “Dammit, Agent 15! Zoom in. It’s important to identify him.”
    They don’t understand. Too strong. “I tried…Can’t see any more.”
    “Do it again, Agent. Zoom in. This is an order.”
    “Tried.” Zoom. Dark, totally dark. “Tired. Mental block.”
    “You’ll try again or there won’t be another dose, do you understand?”
    “Please. I need…something…. Everything’s dark.”
    “If it’s a mental block, you know you’d have felt it. Did you see any striking colors? Was there anything different?”
    “No.” Don’t want to tell them yet about that odd feeling. Too hard to describe. They’ll start asking harder questions.
    “Maybe he’s really used up for us. We should just get rid of him.”
    “No, too risky for now. We have some information at least. The new toy is ready for some tests. We just have to find out more.”
    “We’re already familiar with all those phases. Hell, we’ve done a majority of them. What is the Center doing that we haven’t tried?”
    “Let’s make him look again. Maybe he’ll get something new. Agent 15, do you hear me? We need you to go back in after you write up what you saw.”
    “Write? Are you nuts? Look at the drool on the bastard. He’s all washed up. There’s no control over him, even after giving him the remote coordinates. We need another one soon.”
    “It isn’t like we don’t have a bunch of potentials in this facility but we have to do this slowly. They’re garbage but their minds aren’t.”
    Say something or they’ll put you in that dark place again. No more dosage. No more happiness…say something quick! “Please! Please, please, I need it. Pain. Headache. Please.” Bands of steel tightening. “I need some rest to write the report. I promise…once…headache gone…I’ll look again. I’ll find out everything…. Please.”
    “Give him another dose. We don’t have time for you to rest, 15. We know you like floating out there, messing with God knows what—”
    Another dose? They’re giving me another dose so quickly? “Oh yes, I can do this with another dose. I’m ready, of course I’m ready.” I’ll stay away from the force this time. I’ll focus in on that voice and find out for them….
    Zoom. Zoom. Oh, this is fine. Look at all the pretty lights moving so quickly. I don’t even have to adjust anything and I can still get them in focus! So cool. I don’t even need to hear the monitor’s voice anymore. No need to stay grounded anymore. What the hell for? I can stay out here and play with the lights….
    COS COMMAND CENTER (COMCEN)
    Kevin Kirkland liked standing where he was, listening in to the conversation that few were privileged to hear. Part of the reason came from knowing that no one from the Pentagon, except the other man in the room, knew that he was here. It put him in