Free The Turncoats (The Thirteenth Series #2) by G.L. Twynham Page A

wasn’t working. “Anything else that could help us, Zac? Zac...” Fran’s heart literally skipped a beat. The line was dead; they had been cut off. She needed to make a decision quickly: to tell or not to tell Wendy that they were alone.
    “What’s he saying, Fran?” Wendy asked.
    Fran put her hand up to motion Wendy to be quiet. Meanwhile she nodded as if she was receiving important information. “Ok. Zac says to use your special powers…that thing you did at the hospital.”
    “I can’t control it, Fran, surely he realises that. It only happens when there is something in the future for me to see.”
    “Wendy, how does a dead Val and Zac sound to you? Can you see that? Now do it!” Fran was still faking holding the phone to her head.
    Wendy placed the book she was holding down on the counter. She allowed her hands to float about an inch above the leather cover and closed her eyes. “I can’t promise this will work as I...” Before she could finish the sentence, her body started to shake violently, although her hands were fixed over the book.
    Fran stepped back, her jaw almost dislocating. Val’s power was awesome but this was scary beyond words.
    Then Wendy stilled. Her eyes were pure white so Fran knew that it was show time. Slowly she pulled the phone away from her head. Wendy lifted the cover and the pages started to turn, flying at a velocity no normal person could possibly achieve. As Fran watched, symbols began to peel off the page. They rose into the air and turned into neon blue holograms, floating around Wendy and the book. Fran made out symbols that resembled the one on Val’s tattoo. If it hadn’t been such a tense moment she would have said it was pretty.
    Wendy’s body suddenly became completely rigid and she hadn’t blinked since she started. The pages seemed to slow and then stop. She looked and there, on the open page, was prisoner 148702. “Bingo!”
    Fran looked down at Jason’s phone, pressed re-dial and then started to pray.
    There was an immense thud against the door. Their attackers had arrived. Zac had lost his signal and was wandering around the room, as instructed by Val, holding the phone up high, looking for some strange lines to indicate that he could make another call. “Primitive!” he kept shouting as another bang came. Val was holding the door shut with only her own bodyweight and that of the chair, and the two women outside weren’t as tired as she was right now. Just as the third collision struck the phone started to ring. Zac looked nervously from the phone to Val.
    “Green button! Press the green button!” Val screamed.
    He looked at the phone and smiled as the penny dropped. “Fran! Have you found the information we require?” Zac asked as he started to walk towards Val.
    Val shouted at him, “No! Don’t move! You’ll lose the signal. Stand still!”
    Zac froze. “Yes. Yes. Oh, those two. I remember reading about them. Not a good story, they...”
    “ZAC!” Val was ready to blow as another jolt almost knocked her clear of the door.
    “Sorry, Val. Fran, please give me the information I require.” Zac listened intently, visibly processing everything that Fran was saying, then shoved the phone into his pocket. “These two are a pair of cargo thieves. They stole from all over the galaxy and we had great difficulty catching them. They are Chellemi. Fran says that in the dellatrax it says their weakness is their obsession with guns, gold and precious gems.”
    “Great. I will beat them to death with my purse. Oh no, I don’t have one. Or I could club them with my diamond rings, of which I have even less. What good is this information to us?”
    It was too late. With one massive final blow, the door blew Val across the room. She struck the wall and collapsed onto the floor. The Chellemi were in and they quickly made their way to Val’s body.
    They seemed to move as one in an almost feline fashion. The darkest haired of the two, bent down close to Val’s