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Focusing on the camera located where his light pointed, I gradually loosened my hold on the telekinesis. The more I learned about how to use it, the more I found that using it was less about trying to use it and more about letting it do what it wanted to do anyway. There was an art to relaxing my normal holding back...as well as aiming that force at something specific.
    The main problem was not letting it go too far.
    Even as I thought it, there was a loud cracking sound from the landing above, a miniature explosion. I winced, pulling back my light, even as I glanced up at Revik.
    Clicking softly, he smiled, shaking his head.
    "Too loud," he said, unnecessarily.
    I didn't answer, but followed him when he began climbing the stairs. When we reached the landing with the camera, Revik pointed. The glass wasn't just cracked, like it had been when Revik broke that camera in the garage...it was gone completely. A pile of glass shards stood on the floor. The remaining glass had melted into rounded shapes around the camera, which itself had been melted into an unrecognizable lump of dark green metal with a cracked, black-scorched lens. It crouched flush against the back wall, looking like a giant had squeezed it inside thick fingers, popping it like a grape.
    Revik snickered. Then he raised his wrist, snapping an image of the still-smoking remains with the image-capturing device built into his organic watch. When I smacked his arm, he laughed louder, although still lower than a whisper.
    "Funny," I told him.
    It was hard to be annoyed though. He was smiling too much.
    "Laugh it up," I said, smiling back, even as I smacked him again. "Don't think I won't remember this, though...or that I won't start carrying around a camera of my own..."
    "Shhh," he said. He covered my mouth with one hand, still fighting back laughter. "...Quiet, wife. We're working."
    "Then work," I retorted, fighting not to react to the affectionate way he'd used the moniker. I pushed his hand off my mouth, motioning him up the stairs with an exaggerated flourish. "Make fun of me on your own time...you work for me tonight, remember?"
    Giving an exaggerated version of the respectful salute to my formal title as the Bridge, he continued to smile at me, his clear eyes holding that glint of mischievous humor.
    We walked up the next few flights of stairs before I found a second camera. It was also hidden behind a one-way segment of wall, disguised to be invisible to anyone relying only on their physical eyes. Revik motioned for me to take that one as well. When I sighed in exasperation, he nudged me playfully on the shoulder.
    "You need the practice."
    "Not in a field op, I don't!"
    "It's low risk," he said. He nudged me again, his voice faintly coaxing. "I'll handle whatever we run into upstairs. Promise."
    Sighing in defeat, I focused on the camera above. That time, the explosion was quieter.
    Even so, Revik grinned at me when my eyes clicked back into focus.
    "What?" I whispered. "It was better!"
    Chuckling, he took my wrist in his fingers again, leading me upstairs. Even I had to admit, the second camera didn't look much better than the first one had. It was also on fire. But the glass had mostly melted that time, so less of it covered the floor.
    Revik took a picture of that one, too.
    "Really?" I said. "This is how you get your jollies, now?"
    He started to answer, then looked up, his face suddenly stripped of humor. His eyes sharpened, growing concentrated as he scanned something he'd felt overhead. Before I could ask, his irises clicked back into focus.
    "Come on," he said. His voice held a faint urgency now.
    "Did they notice the feeds being out?"
    He shook his head, once, still walking with me up the stairs, now taking two at a time. Both of us were moving faster now, and quieter, but I had to hurry to keep up with his longer strides.
    "Motion detectors," he said, low.
    "I thought you neutralized those before?"
    "Not mechanical. Seer. Aleimic scans."
    "The