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    “I was wondering if you could tell me my score?” Brian asked.
    “I told everyone they would receive their scores tomorrow.”
    “Could you at least tell me if I failed?” Brian asked.
    “You were not the one who failed,” Mr. Hagen said.
    Relief swamped through Brian and he thanked his instructor before stepping outside into the sprinkling rain. It was typical Lynnwood, Washington weather. He drove straight home and began studying. He was looking forward to catching up so he could start hanging out with his friends again. Only a little more than two years and he’d be finished with high school altogether. He was deeply engrossed in his algebra when a prick of unease stirred within his empathic senses. He looked up from his work and turned to face the door. He couldn’t discern anyone in his room but could sense the emotional leakage from someone. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he realized that a level ten telepath had slipped into his room under the cloak of invisibility while entrenched in the Quiet. To reach both states simultaneously required advanced military training.
    Something stung Brian’s left shoulder. He looked down to see a tranquilizer dart embedded in it. As he reached to pull it out, blackness crept along the edges of his vision and fatigue rapidly settled over him. In a matter of seconds, he’d lost consciousness. When he came to, he was lying flat on his back with restraints securing his wrists and ankles. Brian’s body burned with fever and his mind swirled in chaos. He blearily gazed at his surroundings. There was an IV tube stuck in his right arm and a monitor beside him gauged his current medical condition. His mind was foggy and the room seemed to spin like a top. Brian pulled ineffectively at the restraints that bound his wrists. He rested his head back against the cot he was lying on as the fever, pain, and fatigue overwhelmed his senses. He passed out again and woke up sporadically for brief periods of time. Finally, the fever was gone and only a dull ache in his forehead remained.
    Brian tugged at his restraints then stretched his neck so that his gaze could roam throughout the small, cramped room. Stark, white concrete walls surrounded him. Beside his cot rested another one a short distance away with an unconscious teenaged male who was also restrained. He had tousled red hair, pale skin, and a spattering of freckles on his face that ran down both arms. A large mirror hung on the wall across from both of the cots. Brian could sense the presence of two people stationed behind the mirror in another room. His mind felt foggy and constrained. He realized he had been drugged and that his mind was slowly clearing.
    Brian pulled at his restraints again but they only gave an inch and there was no way he could escape from them. His mouth was extremely dry and he immediately wished he had some water. The boy on the other cot stirred and abruptly awakened, pulling sharply at his restraints. The door across the room opened and a tall, medium set woman stepped into the room. Her blond hair reached her shoulders and her blue eyes swept over both teenagers as she approached the redhead first. She wore a white blouse and black slacks and clutched a clipboard in her right hand. She jotted down some notes as she stood over the cot.
    “Where am I?” the teenager asked. “What did you do to me?”
    The woman smiled at him and positioned herself between both cots to address them.
    “You are very special people and have been selected by the government to make you even more special,” the woman said.
    Brian realized she engulfed his mind in a strong telepathic shield that he was incapable of penetrating. It prevented anyone from tracking him down and isolated him telepathically from his family and friends.
    “You have to let me go!” The redhead glared heatedly at her.
    In spite of his anger, he radiated a sharp and pungent fear that caused Brian’s empathic senses to stir with alarm