Stealth Retribution by Vikki Kestell

Author:Vikki Kestell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian suspense, Christian fiction, religious & inspirational fiction, Fantasy, action & adventure suspense, Christian romance
Publisher: Faith-Filled Fiction
Published: 2017-05-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

“Why, where did she go?” Maddie Jackson stared with confusion, searching the room high and low. “Who was that you were talking to? And where did she go? She was just here—I saw her!”

I was still in the room, and the President didn’t answer her. I saw that the warning I’d flung at him had hit him and sunk in. His chin had dropped onto his chest; he was deep in thought.

The First Lady noticed his distraction. “Robert? Robert, who was that woman?”

He took her hand and patted it in absentminded affection, but his mind was elsewhere. On me, to be exact.

He opened his mouth twice before he managed to say, “Miss Keyes, was it? Are you, ah, are you still here? I . . . I would very much like to finish our conversation, if you would be so kind.”

I reappeared, lounging against the wall next to the exit into the hall. “Are you willing to hear me out? All the way?”

Mrs. Jackson jerked back from her husband. “How did you do that? You weren’t there—I know you weren’t!”

“I was, actually, but you couldn’t see me.” I crossed the short distance to her and extended my hand by way of introduction. “Mrs. Jackson, I apologize for the intrusion. I’m Gemma Keyes, ma’am, and I’m very sorry to have awakened you.”

She eyed my hand as if it might bite her. “Robert?”

“I think it’s all right, dear, and I’m the one who should be apologizing. I wasn’t exactly civil to Miss Keyes, um, earlier.”

Maddie Jackson pursed her lips at me. “What did you mean, Miss Keyes, when you said you were there but I just couldn’t see you?”

I studied her back. The woman had clear, intelligent eyes and, I thought, a shrewd mind. And she’d asked a pointed question.

I’d never just had fun with my “nano” abilities; I was usually too busy keeping out of Cushing’s clutches, too preoccupied with the whole “staying alive” bit.

But, maybe . . .

“Ma’am? Watch this.”

I asked the nanomites to—slowly—extend their reflecting shields over me.

The President stood up as I began to fade from sight. He reached out a finger and touched my arm just as it disappeared. Mrs. Jackson’s eyes opened wider.

“Can you feel her? Is she still there?”

He wrapped his whole hand about my arm and squeezed a couple of times. I felt like a piece of fruit in the produce section being checked for ripeness.

“Yes; she’s still there. Go ahead. Touch her.”

She did—and when she encountered my shoulder, she gave it a little half-hearted pat.

“Well, well. My goodness.”

I reappeared and they withdrew their hands, both a little sheepish, since handling people isn’t generally considered to be socially acceptable behavior.

But I wasn’t finished with my demonstration.

“That’s not all. Check this out.”

I drew down on the power in the room—just a little—and lifted my hand to show them the pulsing orb dancing on my left palm. “The nanomites and I can pull electrical power from any source. These . . . power balls make quite the impression when I toss them.

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