Reflex (Jumper)

Reflex (Jumper)

Steven Gould

Language: English

Pages: 384

ISBN: 0812578546

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Davy has always been alone. He believes that he's the only person in the world who can teleport. But what if he isn't?

A mysterious group of people has taken Davy captive. They don't want to hire him, and they don't have any hope of appealing to him to help them. What they want is to own him. They want to use his abilities for their own purposes, whether Davy agrees to it or not. And so they set about brainwashing him and conditioning him. They have even found a way to keep a teleport captive.

But there's one thing that they don't know. No one knows it, not even Davy. And it might save his life....

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Started whistling. She said, “I’ve got to find him first. But I’m working on it.” “So you have no evidence that Davy’s in this house, right?” “It’s very tenuous. You couldn’t get a warrant, even if it was just some ordinary guy and from what I understand, he’s not at all ordinary.” “Okay. I’ll leave it alone unless you don’t come back.” “It could mean his life, Becca.” “Oddly enough, I know that. What I’m concerned about is you. You don’t exactly have the training for this. Don’t you think.

Hardly a missed beat. After some seated quadriceps stretches he tried the border again. There was no telltale nausea. He considered staying where he was. They won’t stand for that. They can’t train me if I don’t feel it. He went to the bathroom and drank water. It felt good on his raw throat but he couldn’t help but think, if you’ve got to throw up, might as well make it as innocuous as possible. His stomach rumbled, hungry again. He wondered if they’d feed him or whether they were still in.

Covered before her pupils recovered enough to try the contacts. They had obviously improved the technology in recent years. The last time she’d tried contacts, in her teens, she’d been unable to insert them without epic struggles, or endure them, once they were in. She’d given up in disgust. Now, a few blinks, and it was as if they weren’t there. She agreed to the doctor’s suggestion, continuous-wear disposables, designed to be worn for two weeks, day and night, then thrown away. They were.

Above. Or if it’s inside the NSA and therefore not over the FBI. She had a chilling thought. Or they have been called off, but I’m now the object of their investigation. She bit her lip for a second, then shook her head. No, that went a bit too far toward paranoia. But now they’d be wondering what on earth happened to the strange blond woman after she went off the edge of the building. She pictured them rushing to the edge, expecting to see and/or hear her impact the ground below, and then the.

Us his face. Show us that he is alive,” Frank said reasonably. “You told Reverend Ilori he was unharmed. Was that lies?” For a very tense moment, Davy thought the man would pull the trigger, but he finally reached over and pulled the hood off of the prisoner. The captive was dirty, his gray hair matted, two weeks of beard on his cheeks. He blinked against the sudden light, looking frail and scared. Frank took the binoculars from Davy. “It’s him.” Hyacinth said, “You’re sure?” “Yes. I was his.

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