Politics of Blood (Gray Spear Society Book 8) Read Online Free

shrugged. "They're at your disposal."
    "Thank you, sir," Bethany said.
    "Will these experiments be dangerous?"
    "Only if our calculations are wrong."
    "Ah." He licked his lips. "God checked the numbers, right?"
    "He trusts us. The likelihood of a catastrophic energy release is relatively small."
    Aaron wasn't satisfied with that answer, but he decided not to press the issue. He wasn't about to second-guess God's judgment.
    Ethel's phone rang, and she answered it immediately. "Hello, Wesley. Let me get everybody into a conference room. I'll call you right back." She hung up.
    "Who do you want in the meeting?" Aaron said.
    "You and all your legionnaires ."
    He quickly found the members of his team and sent them to the conference room. Seven people found seats around the table: Aaron, Smythe, Tawni, Sheryl, Norbert, Ethel, and Boreas.
    Ethel used a speaker phone in the center of the table to call Wesley.
    The boy answered immediately, "Hi. Who's in the room?" His voice had a beautiful musical quality, as if he were singing every word.
    "The whole team," Ethel said. "What's going on? Why am I in Chicago?"
    "Because the Democratic National Convention starts in two days."
    "I'm painfully aware of that fact," Aaron said. "The whole city has been buzzing for a month. Many of the delegates are staying in my hotel. Why do we care?"
    "The President will be there," Wesley said. "He's flying in tomorrow morning on Air Force One."
    "And?"
    "He'll be assassinated unless you stop it from happening."
    A shocked silence filled the room.
    Wesley went on, "Roy Haley has an important role in God's plan. I'll rely on his help in the future. I need him alive."
    "How do you know he'll be assassinated?" Aaron said.
    "I'm still in Washington learning about government. I talk to all kinds of people every day. I noticed a change in the last few weeks, a shift in expectations. I can't put it in words, but I know I'm right. The President is in great danger."
    Aaron frowned. "Haley already has plenty of protection. It's called the Secret Service. I'm told they're pretty darn good at their job."
    "Not good enough. Aaron, I need you. Your unique abilities will make the difference. It's a shame Marina isn't with you. You're supposed to work together, and she could really help you this time."
    "That won't happen." Aaron glanced at Ethel. "Do you have any more information?"
    "No," Wesley said. "All I see now are ghosts of rumors and the tangled threads of destiny. Thanks for helping. You're a life-saver. Ethel, there is something important I have to tell you. It's a little bit personal."
    "Go on," Ethel said. "I trust the people here."
    "Love is the most essential emotion of all. God has no use for a legate who refuses to accept love. For once, allow yourself to be a woman instead of just a monster."
    "What does that mean?"
    "You'll understand soon," the boy said. "Bye."
    The call ended.
    Typical, Aaron thought. Wesley drops some bombs and walks away.
    "Well." Ethel raised her eyebrows. "We have our marching orders: protect the President."
    "At least we have a little time," Aaron said. "He won't be here until tomorrow." He noticed Sheryl had an odd expression. "Is something wrong?"
    "Yes, sir," Sheryl said. "This is crazy! A kid tells us he has a bad feeling about the President, and we jump like it's a scientific statement of fact."
    "That kid is a genuine prophet. I trust his bad feelings."
    She frowned. "Honestly, what are we supposed to do? This convention will be huge. Haley will be in front of giant crowds every day. A million extra people are coming to Chicago just for this event. The security will be nuts. The streets will be mobbed with protestors. Police and federal agents everywhere. How can we operate in that environment? How can this tiny team accomplish what the Secret Service can't?"
    "Because accomplishing the impossible is our job," Aaron said. "I already have some thoughts."
    Ethel smiled. "That's why Wesley wanted you. Please, tell us your