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unprepared when confronted on their admiration of her appearance. Frankly, she frightened them away.”
    Baengar nodded. “What will I be preparing her for?”
    “Full-on espionage. She has a skill for getting intelligence that makes a telepath look clumsy in comparison. She can gain delicate intel just by walking through a room. We need her and we need her prepared for anything that can come her way. Equilar is on etiquette and deportment and she seems to be coming along well in that regard.”
    Baengar let out a low whistle. “Equilar, huh? That is something.”
    “I know. She jumped at the chance after meeting Aliiva on Caneer. She saw potential in that young woman and I think you will have to see the files before you understand what your new trainee is.” He keyed in a set of secure codes and surveillance footage from Caneer came up.
    Baengar leaned forward as he watched the image of the woman bash the bomber over the head with some kind of melon. He blinked as she ran her hands over the man, closed her fists for a moment and then opened them to begin working on the bomb. It was a complicated device and as her thick platinum braid slithered over one shoulder, she kept her face calm and she worked until the unit was disarmed.
    When she finished her work, she slumped in relief, a bright smile on her face that quickly faded as she was arrested with the bomber. Resignation took over and Baengar couldn’t help but admire her composure.
    “She’s impressive. What does she do, exactly?”
    “She reads psychic residue. Any touch or extreme emotion copies a few seconds of thought onto her body and she can retrieve that thought at any time. Unlike a telepath, she will never show signs of what she is reading, because she does not read the information at site. Aliiva Egrar literally wears the intel she gathers until she has time to read it.”
    Baengar whistled. “More impressive. No wonder the intelligence service is waiting for her.”
    “We need to get her checked out on all weapons and some fairly intense hand-to-hand stuff.”
    He nodded. “So, when do you want me to start?”
    “Well, you look like hell, so how about tomorrow after lunch? That way, you can get a few meals and a good night’s sleep in you.”
    “You are taking it for granted that I am willing to do it.”
    Turnari grinned. “I saw what happened to you when you first saw her. You think she is the one.”
    Baengar fought the urge to growl and inclined his head instead. “It is possible, but I won’t know until I meet her.”
    “What if she isn’t interested in you?”
    “Then I will simply have to try harder.” He grinned and got to his feet. “Noon tomorrow it is. Will Kalo bring her to the firing range?”
    Turnari laughed. “Kalo has appointed himself her guardian. He helps her get from place to place and I think he sees her home sickness more than anyone else. I get the impression he thinks of her as a little sister.”
    “Good. I don’t want her being alone when I am not here.” Baengar smiled.
    “With her talents, it will probably be the other way around.” Turnari grinned.
    “So, I will be left waiting here while she travels?” The switch was not lost on him.
    “Probably. Or off on your own journeys while she works in the most elegant receptions in the Sector.”
    “I have to train her to my exacting specifications first. How do you think she will do?” He didn’t wait for Turnari to answer, leaving the room and heading for his own quarters.
    Baengar lay in bed after his shower, thinking about the woman he had seen on the vid. Turnari would not have shown him the vid if the woman had not been available. The moment that she had entered the security footage, he had felt the click of recognition that he had been searching for his entire adult life.
    Tomorrow, he would meet her face to face and his intuition would either prove itself or he would train yet another member of the Citadel who would put themselves in harm’s