Page 90 of Game on Askole

“Mind meld,” I told her.

“Oh goodie.” Aunt Tess rubbed her hands together. “Are we attacking or hunting?”

“Hunting,” Kaylee replied. “Let’s do it.”

With the ease of lots and lots of practice, we psychically merged. To my surprise, the warlords united their minds with ours, and we mentally searched the space station.

The mental stench of evil drew us right to our traitor.

“Quain,”Zarek snapped, sharing his knowledge with us. Quain was the commander in charge of the Coletti western quadrant.

Hmm. What a coincidence. That part of space bunted up to Askole territory.

Using a burst of pure power, Zarek stunned Quain and slid into his mind.

I broke my link with a shudder. Zarek was interrogating Quain, if you wanted to call it that. He was shifting through Quain’s memories, and the Overlord didn’t care about the damage he was doing or the pain he was causing. He would strip the traitor’s brain of knowledge until nothing was left. It gave a new definition tobrain-dead.

Voss and Talree seized Quain’s command staff’s minds and searched through their memories. I was sure there would be some vacancies in the Coletti hierarchy. Once discovered, turncoats didn’t survive very long.

“I need a drink,” Zoey said.

“And some chocolate.” An intense prickly sensation swept through my head as my internal radar flared to life. Crap. There was a male with murder on his mind. “I’m sensing a hostile.”

Kaylee said, “Me too.”

“Me three,” Bree added.

Zoey pulled her weapon. “Ditto.”

“I’m getting too old for this shit,” Aunt Tess grumbled.

I laughed. “Aren’t we all?”

“Look out, girls! The bastard’s trying to back-shoot you,” a familiar female voice shouted.

I spun around in time to see my cousin Eve kick a gun out of a Bjarke warrior’s hand. One look at the goopy sores covering his face and I knew he was the bounty hunter from The Tipsy Gorum. What I wanted to know was how had the persistent bugger tracked me?

The Bjarke swung at her.

Eve ducked.

Rho’s power flared, and the Bjarke crumpled to the floor.

Eve glared at him. “I could have taken him.”

“With great difficulty,” Rho responded blandly.

That was when I noticed we had the Overlord’s attention. Was he done with tearing Quain’s mind apart?

“Rho, take Lilkee and the Bjarke to interrogation,” the Overlord instructed, eyeing Eve with interest.

“Yes, my lord.” Rho picked them up and teleported.

Aunt Tess and I exchanged worried glances, then rushed over to Eve and hugged her.

“Throttle back your power,” I whispered urgently.

Eve quickly obeyed.

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