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.“So you know our mumbling idiot?” Rhea asked.“Of course.” Janet smiled warmly.“Dou.that’s right, you don’t like being called that.Humphrey is my little brother.”He took a step away from her and slowly narrowed his eyes, as if he was studying a stranger.“I didn’t know you had a sister,” Rhea said as she nudged Humphrey.“I have a sister, but you aren’t her,” he mumbled coldly at Janet.“What do you mean?” she asked, obviously hurt.“Of course I’m your sister.Don’t you recognize me?”“You might look like her, but you can’t be here.You just can’t.”“What’s wrong?” Ronald asked, studying the doctor.“My sister makes Rhea look humble in comparison,” Humphrey mumbled with a hint of venom in his voice.“She would never, ever apologize.Miss Perfect would never lower herself to calling me Humphrey.In fact, she loved nothing more than to make me uncomfortable.”As Brent watched the interchange, a flash of memory arced through his mind.Janet Humphrey.Somehow, he knew that name.More than that, he was certain he had met her before.The familiarity was beyond a random stranger; it was on the level of a coworker or perhaps a childhood friend long forgotten.A sickening thought hit him.Closing his eyes, he gingerly let himself look over Janet’s emotions.His fears were right on the mark.Her emotions had been altered, permanently.In the entire Commonwealth, only he had that unique quality.Any other Weaver’s alterations would have been temporary and faded away long ago.Brent couldn’t be sure which was more disconcerting.The idea he had permanently altered someone, or the fact he had no memory of doing it.“.you could have forged these!” Humphrey mumbled angrily as he violently threw something at the ground.Brent blinked.He had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he had missed the entire argument.Leaning over, he retrieved the object Humphrey had tossed.It was Janet’s pad with her personnel file being displayed.“I swear that’s not the case!” she pleaded.“I don’t want to hear.”“That’s enough, Humphrey,” Brent said loud enough to silence the others.“She is who she claims to be.”“Finally, a clear headed person,” Janet said thankfully.“How can you be sure?” Humphrey mumbled.“Trust me, I know.This is your sister.Although, she’s been through.a lot.” Brent sighed as he returned the pad to her.“The two of us need to have a chat.Alone.”The others exchanged uncertain glances as Janet nodded in acceptance.“That will have to wait,” Octavia said abruptly.“What’s wrong?” Cain asked as he patted the little girl’s head.“It’s time,” she said flatly.“Time for what?” Tyra asked, slightly tilting her head.A loud commotion filled the room.Dozens of students rushed in and darted about.They feverishly gathered seemingly random items.They all were clearly in a panic.The troopers watched enviously as they moved so easily in the heavy gravity.“What’s going on?” Brent asked.Not one of the students paused to explain.They moved with a purpose that clearly wouldn’t wait.“Cassandra!” Hiroko shouted.“You’re as big as a house!”Everyone turned to find her in the doorway.She seemed to be breathing in a forced rhythm.While everyone else locked on her very obvious pregnancy, Brent’s eyes widened as he realized what was going on.“Brent,” Cassandra puffed.“We’ve got to go; it’s time.They are coming.”Gazsi let out a simple sigh as he watched the Wall pass through his section of the ship.They had been jumping for what seemed like forever.He had known that the regional command for Military Intelligence hadn’t been a station but a ship, however, it never dawned on him that it would ever move.It was his understanding that while he had been fighting off the Shard invasion this ship had remained in the same out-of-the-way patch of space.If that wasn’t reason enough, he assumed it would never move.As Nobue told it, the ship had been in that same spot since before either of them had even been born - an ideal location that gave their operatives easy access to dozens of sectors while remaining discreet and undetectable.If this current business ever resolved itself, the ship would most likely return to that same exact spot - to remain until the next calamity.Glancing down at the thin rectangle in his hands, Gazsi let out a second sigh.He disliked waiting to report information, trivial or otherwise.However, he always waited until after a jump to report to Nobue.He had learned from recent experience not to present important matters just before the ship jumped.Nobue despised the Wall and couldn’t think of anything else until after it passed.Any information handed to him ten or so minutes before a jump would be completely ignored and quickly forgotten, usually resulting in pain for the reporting trooper when Nobue later realized what happened.The only thing Nobue hated more than the Wall was looking like a fool to his superiors.As the Wall finally dissipated and the ship completed the jump, Gazsi headed to Nobue’s overly grand office.For some reason beyond Gazsi, MI leaders delighted in absurdly large and ostentatious offices for themselves.While Nobue was the official overseer of the ship, he was not the head of MI [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]