I hear the thud of thick boots on the rooftop behind me, but have no fear. One man comes around front to handcuff the criminal and take him into custody. I handed the agent one wrist at a time, making sure I had my knee firmly planted in the now not-so Lucky Killer's back. As soon as he was firmly bound, I got off to face the rest of my associates.
"Good job, Agent Porter," one of my friends in the agency congratulated, slapping me on the back.
"Hey, Annalise, could you teach me that kick move?" One of the desk agents called up to do paperwork and take the criminal information was constantly asking for my advice and fighting techniques.
"Sure, anytime, Sharon," I replied. I started to keep up the conversation when one of the agents responsible for hauling the killer started yelling.
Oh no, I thought. I extended my gift to his mind, as he was currently unintelligible due to the combination of the biting, howling wind and the commotion of people.
He got away! He kicked me and got away! The guard was mentally freaking out, and I felt a stab of empathy pain in my knee- probably where he had been kicked.
Oh, no. I started craning my head over the small crowd, which wasn't hard, considering I'm a tall person. I reached out my gift, frantically searching for the brain wave signature I knew to be unique to our killer. Finally, I found it.
Right behind me.
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TELEPATHY
FantasyThis super-secret agent is not just smart and talented- she's telepathic. But when the wrong people catch wind of what she can do, it's up to her, her wits, and others thoughts to keep everything from crashing down around her ears. Not to mention th...
