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Oz hated doing, which made Dev appreciate him all the more.
    It
was time to take back his life, to find a way to deal with the man named
Alek—who was not only his biological father, but the mastermind behind Itor
Corp, ACRO’s rival agency—once and for all. The one who’d almost taken the
agency Dev’s parents had built from the ground up—and nearly taken Dev’s soul
with it.
    But
first, it was time to stop a man-made hurricane from wiping out a major U.S.
city, and after that possibly the entire free world.
    "Devlin,
it’s nearly time." Sam, ACRO’s most respected psychic, one who’d been with
the agency since its inception, stood in the doorway, and automatically, for a
split second, he thought about using his controlled remote viewing to see her—a
habit that was hard to break, since his psychic gifts were as strong as they
were before he’d gotten his sight back.
    Sam
had known his parents, had worked hard with them to ensure the agency’s
success. She did so again when she’d taken care of him over the past months,
helping to shield his mind from Alek, so the head of the enemy agency couldn’t
learn any more of ACRO’s secrets.
    Like
the fact that one of ACRO’s operatives, Ryan Malmstrom, had infiltrated Itor.
And hadn’t been heard from since Alek announced last May that he knew about the
spy, something that ate at Dev like acid. He’d tried to use his CRV to get an
image of Ryan, but after one clear, disturbing impression of the operative
strapped down to a medical table, he’d only been able to conjure fuzzy,
distorted images that grew darker and more distant with every try.
    "I’m
getting up," he told her, rising to look out the large window overlooking
the acres of land where the Animal Division horses roamed freely, and wondered
if he could take up one of the small Cessnas this afternoon, a spin through the
wild blue yonder…
    "You
have too much work to do to think about flying today," Sam teased.
    "There’s
never too much work to stop flying," he said, and the thought of being
able to get into the cockpit as more than just a passenger heated his body with
excitement.
    "You
still need to keep your mind shielded as much as possible," Sam told him.
"You know I believe in the power of the mind over the power of
drugs."
    Still,
she handed him the bottle of pills specially developed by a team of ACRO
scientists to totally and completely block Dev’s mind from being read or broken
into. A way to control the dreaded mind rapes that I-Agents had no compunction
about utilizing at whim, leaving their victims nearly paralyzed with pain and
violated memories.
    "You’re
ready, Devlin."
    "I
know, Sam, I know. But you’re going to miss winning our nightly poker
game," he teased. Ever since he’d been here, he hadn’t been allowed near
op reports or other agents, save for a handful of psychics. In fact, he hadn’t
done this much of nothing since forever—but the return of his sight smoothed
out many of the rough edges.
    "Oz
saved your life by getting rid of the spirit who haunted you," Sam
continued. "We owe him."
    "But
I’m sure the rest of the agency is giving him a hard time." Dev knew Oz,
his longtime, on again/off again lover and the love of Dev’s life, was strong
enough to take it, to handle the role of leader in Dev’s stead. But Oz had been
gone for so long from any sort of teamwork environment, Dev knew he had to be
squirming.
    "Is
he staying?"
    "Oz
is staying, Sam." For four long months, his memories were the only way he
had of communicating with Oz. Memories full of restless, inherently forceful
sexual urges that comforted him—because that meant Oz was thinking of him,
dreaming of him. Sharing the memory. "I don’t know if he’ll continue to
work at ACRO, but he’s staying." Dev wasn’t going to make that mistake
again, wasn’t going to let Oz take off into the night.
    When
the ghost, the tortured spirit of a murdered ex–Itor agent named Darius, began
haunting Dev years ago