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Mr. Glenn Sherman had a pretty nice car. It was an SUV with genuine leather seats, high tech climate control, and a spacious interior that was spotless. But the most important feature was the tinted windows. Val sat in the middle seat next to Blueblood, Joey and two of Blueblood’s men crammed into the back. The SUV stopped at the guard booth outside DSA headquarters, and Val focused on the thoughts of both Sherman and the guard, making sure neither of them noticed there were passengers in the car.
She couldn’t fool the security camera perched over the booth, hence the need for tinted windows. She and the others waited in silence as the guard said good morning and scanned Sherman’s ID card. The proper information came up on the computer, and Val didn’t have to work hard to pull the mental wool over guard’s eyes. Mr. Sherman was a well-known bigwig here. The guard didn’t give him much scrutiny.
The guard handed the ID card back, and the orange and white striped bar in front of the car rose, letting Sherman drive into the parking lot.
Too easy.
Sherman parked his car, but before he could cut the ignition, Val took complete control of his mind. He stared blandly ahead, thinking nothing and waiting for her orders.
“Can you sense Leo and his men?” Blueblood asked.
“Yes,” she answered. Which was good, because they were supposed to already be here. She wouldn’t put it past Leo to get lost and show up half an hour late.
“Good. Then give the signal.”
She did. Another SUV in the parking lot revved its engines.
Val gave the order to Sherman and braced herself. Her legs had been crossed, so she uncrossed them and planted both feet firmly on the floor. Her seat-belt was buckled, but she grasped the handle on the door for extra security. Around her, the others did the same.
Sherman pulled out of the parking space and put the pedal to the metal. He took a turn too fast, jerking everyone about, then found himself on a straight path to the DSA’s front door. He floored it, and out Blueblood’s window, Val saw another SUV doing the same.
They rocketed towards the building, not slowing in the slightest. Val’s grip on the door handle tightened, and she tried uselessly to relax. The engine roared. A man approaching the building’s glass doors turned at the noise and opened his mouth in shock. Move, Val told him, and he dove out of the way just in time.
They crashed through the doors, and the jolt slammed Val’s head back into the headrest. Her eyes closed instinctively, but she could hear the shattering glass and surprised screams. The SUV finally stopped, and when Val opened her eyes, she saw the wrecked lobby of the DSA building around her. The airbag had gone off, smothering an incoherent Sherman who was now free from her control. Val knocked out the man telepathically before he could cause any trouble.
“Nicely done.” Blueblood straightened his tie and unbuckled his seat-belt, smiling casually like they’d just pulled up to a country club. “Let’s go say hello, shall we?”
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Kristen’s Corner
And so the real fight begins. 🙂
If you haven’t already, make sure you check out the cover and blurb of Almost Invincible, and let me know what you think! I’m so happy to finally be able to share it with you all.
My thoughts are with everyone who’s been affected by the natural disasters these past few weeks, between the hurricanes in the US and Caribbean and earthquake in Mexico. Luckily, I made it through Hurricane Irma alright. Stay safe, readers!
Kristen Brand 