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Security, but the one he'd taken up with being Wade's right-hand-man.  He provided back up and occasionally an alibi to cover covert things that others might stumble upon.  Gen En things and civilians didn't mix.
    “Anything?” Wade directed towards Shan.
    “Nada,” she offered.  Green and Jasso were sticking close and she suspected it was on Wade's orders.  Theoretically, all three of them could sense ghosts.  After that, there was no knowing.  What they did know was that half the time one of them sensed something, they lost track of what was happening in real-time.  They could ignore the sensation when it began, which came in pretty damned handy if they happened to be in questionable company or were driving.
    “This could drag on for awhile,” Taylor said.
    “No more than an hour,” Mac reminded them. 
    Taylor shrugged, “Sure.”
    “We're fifty miles from The Vista,” Wade talked to himself.  “And forty miles to Sheridan, but only twenty miles from Butte.  Twenty miles from Butte.”
    “And Station Three is a hundred and thirty miles out in the sticks,” Taylor said.
    Shannon crossed her arms and frowned at Taylor.  He walked away, knowing better than to pick a fight with her.  Technically, they were both rookies, both in training to be Scouts.  The Taylors, Wades, MacKenzies and Allens had shared a house back in the beginning and their children had grown up together.  Mac and Taylor had an occasional clash of attitudes.  Sometimes, they all did.  Standing out in the cold and the wind, not knowing where the enemy was and having no idea what to do next, tempers were short.  Still, Team Three – all of them – were in charge out here, beyond the boundaries of The Vista and the eyes of the Council.
    “It helps his concentration to talk it out.  Sometimes,” she offered.  They were three of the five people that had seen the team work as Gen En rather than Security.  Or they would be, if anything happened. 
    “What about you?” Green questioned.
    She shrugged.  “I've never found a pattern, or a trigger to what I see.”
    “Neither have I,” Wade pointed out.  “Mac is lucky enough to not be plagued by the condition, not yet.  We think it'll happen.”
    “Do you feel lucky?” Jasso asked him.
    “On this, yeah, I do.  Having a nightmare when you're asleep is bad enough.  Having one when you're walking around, minding your own business . . .”  Mac would pass on that particular ability, if he had the choice.
    “That's not really what it's like, not once you realize what's happening,” Shan said.
    “I've seen those few seconds before you realize what it is,” Mac reminded her.
    “It's pretty fascinating, actually,” she insisted.  “Seeing a piece of the past like you were right there in the middle of it.”
    “Unless it was a nuclear bomb,” Green nodded towards the north.  A warhead  sitting in its silo had accidentally been detonated by Nomads.  Luckily for The Vista, it was a couple hundred miles away and on the other side of the continental divide.
    “When it's something terrifying, you can . . . push it away.  Or at least Wade and I can.”
    “There are others like you,” Green had always suspected.
    She didn't answer.  The decision to take up that conversation wasn't entirely hers.
    “Are there more Gen Ens, in The Vista?” Green went ahead and asked.  “Why would they be hidden from us when it's our job to keep them out of trouble?”
    They all looked at Wade.  He considered the implications of it and where it was about to go.  “Since you're sworn to silence on all things Gen En, I guess knowing isn't any more of a burden than other things we've shown you.”
    “That doesn't sound good,” Jasso added.
    “I want in,” Green figured. “Taylor already knows.  He'd already be jumping in the conversation if he didn't.”
    “There are others, other Gen Ens,” Wade said.  “I won't tell you how many or who.  What I can say is that they're