the hall and to the bathroom. He looked extremely exhausted and his dark, brown eyes were blood shot. He fumbled with a bottle of ibuprofen before Emily directed the vision farther into the future.
Now, she could see Jeremy carrying his best-friend out the front door of Skylar’s house. Skylar’s head lolled loosely as he had passed out. Emily knew he had been transformed into a level nine telepath and his ability would kill him just as Jeremy’s multipathic talents would kill him. All individuals who’d converted into telepaths stronger than a level six wouldn’t survive the transformation. Psi-Tech didn’t possess any information on Skylar because he hadn’t survived and therefore hadn’t been around during the time period that the precognitives had gathered data about. This would aid in Emily’s ongoing efforts to elude capture but not for too much longer. She had to locate both her brother and Skylar soon or risk forfeiting all their lives.
“Where do you live, Jeremy?” Emily whispered to herself.
She tried telepathically locking onto him but wasn’t strong enough for that. She rested for a bit then continued utilizing her precognitive talents to ascertain her brother’s location. She could sense a stranger observing her again and knew it was time to leave. Emily drove to the freeway and headed north out of Seattle. She needed to put as great a distance as possible to avoid the security operatives who were obviously devoting significant resources in locating her. Emily waited awhile before checking the near future to glimpse her own situation. She was still driving safely so she checked the time which was roughly ten minutes in the future. She checked farther ahead and saw her car wrecked and overturned at the side of the freeway. She pulled back closer to the present and the scene shifted to her driving safely again. Emily checked the time and could see it was about twenty minutes in the future.
She didn’t want to strain herself and risk temporarily blacking out her psychic senses so she didn’t try to pinpoint the time of the accident any closer. Emily presumed that the security operatives would find her in the near future and run her off the road. To be completely certain she would avoid this fate, she needed to exit the freeway in about ten minutes. The next city was Shoreline and after that it would take at least another ten minutes before reaching the next town. Emily decided it was too risky to remain on the freeway so she pulled off at Shoreline and wove through the bustling traffic. Her objective was to make it extremely difficult to pinpoint her exact location. As soon as the remote-viewer withdrew, Emily headed for the freeway and made her way to Richmond Highlands which was less than a ten minute drive. She arrived in the business section of the town before the next remote-viewer locked onto her.
Emily smiled to herself with satisfaction because it would take some time before they would figure out she’d left Shoreline. Fred Meyer’s were common stores in this area and she’d passed at least two in Shoreline so she parked at the next one she saw. Emily sat in the car and realized she’d need to develop a better strategy. She looked at the map and could see that the closest city was Mountlake Terrace which would take about twenty minutes for her to commute. She’d have to start practicing some defensive psychic techniques if she were to continue to elude her executioners. Emily had observed the individuals in the distant future discussing and utilizing telepathic blocks for disrupting remote-viewers. She had never had the opportunity to practice until now. Unfortunately, she’d probably burn herself out in utilizing this new technique. Emily knew she didn’t have any choice. Soon, the remote-viewers would observe enough details of her surroundings to determine she’d left Shoreline then they’d figure out which city she’d relocated to.
Emily waited patiently for the return of