Free The Indestructibles (Book 2): Breakout by Matthew Phillion Page B

said. "We have in-roads with law enforcement, we know what's going on at the scene when something happens. We can be a resource for you."
          "And in return?" Jane said.
          "We just want to be able to count on you to be there when bad things happen we can't handle," Prevention said. "Which you're doing already."
          "Our predecessors had a good relationship with you," Jane said.
          "They did," Prevention said. "But we'd like to amp it up a bit. Make sure we're not duplicating efforts."
          "And that we're there when you need us," Jane said.
          "Exactly."
          Sounds like they want us at their beck and call, Jane thought. They were already responding to almost everything they could help with, so the request didn't seem too far-fetched, but at the same time, the idea of a formal agreement set her teeth on edge. We should be able to do the right thing without having it in a contract, she thought. The more she mulled the entire conversation over in her head, the more it confused her. Her head felt fuzzy, a growing ache crept its way across her skull.
          It was Billy's voice that brought her out of her own thoughts.
          "You really shouldn't poke around in there," he said, smiling at Prevention. "It's rude."
          "Excuse me?" Prevention said.
          "I excuse you this once, but twice is just not neighborly."
          Jane stood up.
          "Clearly I can't speak for the entire group," she said. "I'd like to take what you've said back to the rest of the team for us to discuss. I might do most of the talking to the press, but I'm not in charge."
          "I understand," Prevention said. She reached out and shook Jane's hand, but kept a sidelong look at Billy. "You know how to reach me if you have any questions."
          "Of course," Jane said. "We'll be in touch."
          Jane and Billy were five hundred feet in the air heading back toward the Tower before he explained.
          "What was that all about?" Jane asked.
          "She's a telepath. She was poking around in my head," Billy said. "Yours too, probably."
          "How did you know?"
          "Dude told me," Billy said. "He also put up some kind of psychic barrier, which I didn't know he could do. I think it made her mad. She tried pushing harder before I said something."
          "Well this is alarming," Jane said.
          "Psychics working for a secret government agency?" Billy said. "I don't see how that could be alarming at all."
         

 
     
     
    Chapter 13:
    The whereabouts of
    Doctor Silence
         
         
          They sat together on a steep green hill beneath a lavender-colored sky, watching whales with the wings of moths drift overhead like lost balloons. The air was damp and cool, with a strange flavor to it, an alien taste on the tongue.
          "I hate this place," the Lady Natasha Grey said.
          Travel had been both good and bad for her, Doc noted. She looked healthier and younger than she had in years, with a warmth to her cheeks and a strength to her movements he was not used to seeing. She had also been an awful companion at times, unhappy with days sleeping under an open sky, miserable whenever they found themselves unsure of where in space and time they found themselves.
          "It's an improvement from the last world," Doc said.
          An understatement to be sure, the last world had been covered in black and gritty stone, rivers of lava flowing freely, a strange magic in the air that made it hard for them to hold onto their own shape. They both grew wings the moment they arrived there, the Lady's black and batlike, Doc's more reptilian with a silvery, scaled look, and they used them to ride thermals of air over the molten landscape. It was a nightmare, that place, but it had been beautiful as well, something out of a bad dream you couldn't quite let go of.
          They passed through a