.no guns, no screams... nothing.... just a nice, quiet disappearance... understand?’ He listened again, his temper showing as he gripped the receive.... ‘How do I bloody well know how long she’ll be out for? Just do it right, or you’ll be counting goats on the border by tomorrow. That’s right, no; we don’t need to worry...this comes right from the top...Grounds? What do you need fucking grounds for, idiot...it’s a matter of National Security.’ He listened then interrupted, his temper rising. . Well, basically I was relearning how to think.I don’t want to go into any further details of how it works because it’s boring as shit. But I will tell you what this encryption did for me. First and most importantly, it confuses the hell out of any telepath trying to read my mind. This might not seem that important, but believe me, if I’m not linked to someone and a telepath tries something on me, not having to shield my thoughts from them lets me focus the little telepathic ability I do have. .."What makes you think..." They said they have a guy. My guess is it's Marvin--that odd guy whoworks the shop at night. He has that tattoo of a..." Yeah, I know him," Vick said as he paced around and rubbed the back ofhis head."We asked for proof that he's there, but so far nothing. You think theyhurt Marvin?" Distinct possibility," Vick said as he took the bullhorn from the cop."Attention this is Vick Brez of the Lindsborg police department! Rightnow you are looking at breaking an entering.. After spending some short time catching up with the housemother ofHawthorne, we asked her permission to see Paige down stairs and sheagreed instantly.I knocked lightly at Paige's door, the only one on this leg of thebasement hallway. Because she had such a large room laid out for whenshe went full 'Werepanther' and needed the extra room for her biggersize and wilder needs!Paige opened the door to us and handed us both a orange pop from herlarge fridge, "Cantrel called down to tell me you are.