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things. Serpents and faces were carved on the weathered stones.
    "That's it," Selena said behind him.
    He turned and looked at her. She wore a pith helmet and a red bikini. She had combat boots and a red plastic pistol.
    "Where are your weapons?" he said. "Where's your armor?"
    She showed him the pistol, pulled the trigger. Water shot out. Then he was in the middle of a full blown firefight. Bullets chopped the greenery around him. Selena lay next to him, pulling the trigger on her water pistol. The stream was red.
    A spot of bright red blossomed on her abdomen, red like her bikini. He watched the blood spread. He dropped his rifle, grabbed her. He tried to stop the blood, pressed his hands on her. Blood poured through his fingers.
    "Nick," she said. "Nick."
    Her eyes closed. Blood ran out of her mouth. She stopped breathing.
    Waves of grief and rage swept through him. He raised his head and howled.
     
    Someone was shaking him. He woke, gasping for air. His cheeks were wet. His heart was trying to pound out of his chest.
    Selena gripped his arm. The clock by the bed read 3:07 A.M..
    "Nick, you were shouting. You had a nightmare again."
    He'd told Selena about the Afghanistan dream. He hadn't said much about the other dreams. They'd started when he was twelve. They didn't come often. He never knew until later what they meant. They were never about anything good and were always about something that hadn't happened yet. Those dreams had a strange intensity, a luminous quality.
    Like the dream he'd just had.
    It was a psychic ability inherited from his Irish ancestors. His Grandmother had told him it was called the "sight". She'd filled his head with dark mutterings and warnings about it. Nick assumed it came from the same place that made his ear itch and burn when everything was about to go bad.
    "Christ," he said. He rubbed his face.
    "Afghanistan again?"
    "No." She waited.
    Nick was silent. The image of his hands trying to hold in her blood stuck in his mind.
    "You can't keep doing this," she said.
    "Doing what?"
    "Trying to get a handle on these dreams on your own. You need to see someone."
    "I don't want someone poking around in my head. I'll handle it."
    "You are one stubborn man." She wanted to shake him. Instead she said, "Let's go back to bed."
    "We're already in bed. I don't think I can get back to sleep."
    "I didn't say anything about sleeping. Don't be so damned literal."
    Later, he slept.
     

CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    President James Rice stood in the wings of the Lakeside Building at Chicago's Convention Center. He listened with half an ear to his VP setting up the crowd of delegates and party faithful. Secret Service agents were stationed back stage. More circulated out front.
    Rice was about to accept his party's nomination for a second term. 50,000,000 viewers would be watching. The polls showed him trailing his opponent by seven percentage points. Behind the scenes the atmosphere was tense, his campaign split into opposing factions over strategy.
    Everyone wondered what Rice would say. About the endless problems in Afghanistan and the Middle East, the rising tensions with Iran and Russia and China. About jobs and an economy in trouble. The media was sharpening its knives.
    It didn't matter that Rice had kept the country out of a new world war and survived a highly publicized assassination attempt a year before. The public's attitude was always "what have you done for me lately?" Kennedy's famous words about what you could do for your country had long been forgotten.
    His opponent had no qualms about distorting Rice's record. Senator Richard Carino twisted facts to suit, throwing skewed numbers out like confetti in carefully rehearsed sound bites. He brayed about the enormous deficit and the wars, but posed no sensible alternatives and took no responsibility for the current state of affairs. AEON had spent hundreds of millions of dollars to oust Rice from the Presidency. His re-election bid was in trouble.
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