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quickly. The mystery woman's car was savagely rear-ended and propelled forward.
    Kenslir had rolled with the impact when he struck the ground, trying to regain his footing. Before he could, the convertible slammed into him and he crashed down onto the hood of the car. This time he was ready—he dug his fingers into the thin metal, punching holes in it that he used to keep a grip.
    But the driver was in no shape to do anymore swerving. The impact had triggered the airbags in the car and it careened out of control, glancing off the concrete wall on the right before finally skidding to a halt.
    Kenslir released his grip and climbed off the hood. He could feel a multitude of cuts and scrapes on his body. His clothes were torn in several places from his tumble along the road.
    He crossed quickly to the driver's side, ignoring his injuries. With an easy pull, he tore the door free from its hinges and pitched it aside. Then he turned to the driver.
    And she shot him.
    This time, the mystery woman didn't aim for a disabling shot. She fired multiple rounds into Kenslir's chest. He felt the bullets thud into his dense flesh, several flattening against his bones.
    He smacked the gun aside, then frowned and punched the woman in the face, knocking her unconscious.
     

CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
     
     
     
    "Her name's Javan Wallach," a man said.
    Javan, or Javi as her friends called her, winced at the sound of her name. It was the first thing she'd heard since coming to, and it wasn't good news. She'd been identified. There'd be hell to pay back home. Assuming she made it back home.
    "She's awake," a woman's voice said.
    Suddenly, the hood covering Javi's head was pulled free and her eyes were flooded with bright light that was almost as painful as her broken nose. She squinted and tried to make out her captors' faces.
    "You!" she exclaimed, genuinely surprised.
    Colonel Mark Kenslir stood there silently, watching Javi—who was handcuffed and tied to a chair. They were in a large, concrete-walled room. Beside the Colonel was a black woman—thin, with high cheekbones, her hair cut down almost to her scalp and wearing an expensive business suit.
    "Good afternoon, Ms. Wallach," Kenslir said, leaning in closer. To Javi's astonishment, the Colonel's face was unmarred by the cuts and scrapes she had seen right before she shot him. And he seemed completely uninjured by the many bullets she had pumped into his chest.
    "How long have I been out?" she asked.
    "About two hours," Kenslir replied.
    A look of contempt and disgust passed over Wallach's face as she looked from Kenslir to his companion and back again.
    "She's wondering if we're both parahumans," the woman said. "And she doesn't like us very much."
    Javi spit. "Stay out of my head, witch!"
    "No witches here, Ms. Wallach," Kenslir said. "This is Gloria, and she's a telepath."
    "Another word for witch."
    Kenslir sighed. "Let's skip past the whole Mossad-doesn't-trust-paras thing. She can read your mind, so there's no point in not cooperating."
    Javi set her jaw and glared.
    "She's thinking about her national anthem," Gloria said. "Almost subvocalizing it."
    "Why are you in Miami? Why were you at Mr. Katz's home?"
    Javi remained silent, repeating the song in her head.
    "Still trying to block me," Gloria said. "But she was supposed to be watching the old man—protecting him. But she didn't get there in time."
    "Protect him from what?" Kenslir asked.
    A phone on the wall rang. Kenslir walked to it, then pulled a wireless handset free, listened to it then held it up to Javi's head. "It's for you."
    Javi swallowed nervously when she heard the voice on the other end. Her section supervisor. In Israel.
    "Yes, sir," Javi said, briefly wondering if this was a trick. "I understand. Yes. Yes, sir."
    The call continued for several minutes as Javi's superior scolded her and she responded with many a "yes, sir". At last, the line went dead.
    Kenslir put the phone back on the wall station and moved around