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because every time Charlie wanted to piss him off, he called him Terence, knowing that would do it. He had no time to dwell on it as he reached the window. A quick look and he slid the blade of his knife up and in between the contacts of the window sensor. Sliding the window up along the blade, it maintained the connection until the hilt reached the base of the upper window. It was a tight fit, but he managed to crawl silently into the room.
    On the floor, gun in hand, he scanned the room. Nothing. Again, he listened for any sound. Silence.
    Charlie, now in the house, again scanned for their targets. And again, owing to the size of the house, still could not get a reading on them.
    Terry cursed fate silently. He had hoped to get some kind of idea what the hell he was dealing with, but it appeared that was not going to happen. He shook his head. Always the hard way.
    He started down the hall, senses on high alert. The walls were covered with moss and fungi. It was clear no one had lived here in quite a while. How this guy found this place was another question. They were miles from the nearest highway. He wondered if that qualified as a point in favor of the male here being the occupied one. Despite Charlie’s half-hearted objection, he still put the odds three to five that the guy was the one that had the Chrliti occupying him.
    He ran a search on the house, room by room, as he went.
    Charlie extended his aura to help.
    Terry realized that with Charlie on duty, anything he did was less than worthless, but he did it anyway. Between army, police and his CIA training, he could no more just walk by the doors than he could see through them.
    The worst part for him was that he was now remembering the girl that he saw pulled out of the van. He could see the fear in her eyes as her assailant dragged her out and into the house. Another reason he didn’t think she was the occupied, even though there was no way to tell from anything they had seen so far. The thought made him that much more determined.
    Charlie could sense his anxiety. Although he couldn’t read his mind per se, just as he had said, he could sense moods and emotions just as easily as a person could see someone was in a bad mood. He redoubled his efforts, knowing that if nothing else, Benin was on his way.
     
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    In a room at the other end of the building, the man in the coveralls froze. He knew he hadn’t heard anything, but he suddenly felt an almost presence. He knew somehow that there was something wrong, that there was someone else in the house with them. He tried to shrug it off, but it persisted. Strongly. As if it was a warning.
    Like Terry, he froze then, straining his ears for some sign he was not alone. He was rewarded a moment later as a sound reached his ears. Normally, it was a safe bet he would never have heard it, but just at the extreme range of his audio ability came a sound sliding through the darkness from beyond the room. A ringing sound, like a sword being sharpened. It barely even qualified as a sound, but it was enough to make him turn his attention from his victim to the outer hall. Grabbing a bowie knife, he looked out into the hall. He was gratified by the emptiness. He moved out into the darkness, stepping softly to keep from making his own noise.
     
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    Benin sat fuming in the back seat of the lead SUV. Despite the fact that the vehicles were breaking every speed law on the books, they were taking far too long. According to the GPS, they would end up eight miles from the target when they got off the highway, so they were running under lights and sirens on the highway. He planned to order silent running once they had made it close enough to the target to be heard.
    One of the agents had pulled the area up on the computer and showed it to Benin. He had taken one look and groaned. Aside from the valley the house was in, it was flat as the prairies of Kansas. The bowl the house had been built in was another matter. It was