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The further east we traveled, the worse the weather seemed to get. It had been overcast and drizzly most of the day, and visibility had been limited. Now, as night time approached, there was no twilight, just a dreary darkness as the rain fell in sheets against the coach's window, only to be whisked away by the wind rushing past the speeding train.
Catherine and John were in the lounge car as I came through the vestibule connecting it to the Dining Car. The door to Catherine's custom stateroom popped open and Vickie stood there in a dress that touched below her knees.
"Oh, Michael. Is this okay?" she asked.
"Do I have any other choices?" I asked.
"You don't like this one?" she asked, whining a little.
"I didn't say that. I asked if you had any more, because I like to watch you model for me," I said as I grinned.
"Michael! Let the poor girl be. She has enough going on without you teasing her," Catherine fussed. Then to Vickie, "Go ahead dear, or you'll be up all night."
"I hope so!" she thought to herself dreamily. Of course, I was able to hear it as well.
"You heard her, get to it!" I thought to her. "And I'll do my best to keep you busy all night."
She giggled as she ran back into Catherine's stateroom.
The train was slowing as we entered the yard at Conway, Pennsylvania. Here the big diesel engines would be fueled for our continued journey to Newark.
I nodded to John as I bent to kiss Catherine on the cheek.
"You still mad at me?" I thought to her.
"Not now, Michael," she said. "You know she's not on the pill, don't you?"
"Yes. Nicky gave her some rubbers last night, but they were never necessary. I'll make sure she's got them for later," I thought back.
"Oh, I've got them alright. I'm just not sure three will be enough!" Vickie thought to me from inside Catherine's stateroom, giggling.
Catherine looked up at me.
"This is going to take some getting used to," she said to no one in particular.
"I know what you mean," I replied.
John just looked at us with a puzzled look on his face.
"Vickie just spoke to us," I told him.
"Well, let me know if three aren't enough. I think I have a few more in the stateroom," he said with a smile.
I started laughing, and soon he and Catherine were laughing as well.
"I guess I need to work with her on her control a little more," I finally said.
"Is Kalani coming?" Catherine asked me.
I quickly scanned and found she was still eating dinner with the girls.
"She should be here soon. She's finishing her dinner now," I told Catherine and John. I continued to scan just to check on everyone else.
Helen was sitting with Debbie and Penny in the forward lounge of the Dining Car.
Most of the girls were still talking in the Diner. Except for Jennifer and Julie. They had Jason sandwiched between them in a back booth and were busy whispering and giggling with each other.
David was racked out in the security room on this car, and Peter was doing likewise in the far end of the Guest Wing. Probably getting ready to be up all night. Beth was also in her stateroom, but she was awake and lying there reading. Kip was in the galley cleaning up.
I almost missed it.
The two massive engines were stopped for refueling almost a mile ahead of us, at the front of the fifty-odd car consist. So when I sensed people moving outside our cars, I almost dismissed them for Penn Central yard employees.
But for some reason, I sensed something unusual, so I checked it out.
I guess I must have looked alarmed, because Catherine quickly asked, "What is it Michael?"
I ignored her as I scanned deeper.
"Damn! They're foreign! I can't understand them," I thought.
I was aware that Vickie gasped. I think she sensed them too. Or maybe she just sensed me. But I had them.
"Penny! We've got company, and they're armed to the teeth!" I thought to her excitedly.
"Everybody! Down on the floor. NOW!" Penny yelled as she ran for the observation car.
She crashed through the door and knocked quickly on David's door.
"We have company," she called through the door.
Then she turned and made her way back to the Guest Wing, pausing only a second to tell Kip, "Company."
He dropped what he was doing and reached into the pantry and brought out a large duffle bag.
Penny looked cautiously as she crossed the vestibule, then went straight to her room, taking a moment to arm herself before she went to the end of the car to wake Peter.
Then kneeling beside the door, she took a look outside, but could see nothing in the dark.
"Michael? Can you tell how many?" Penny thought.
"There are five surrounding the train, and another beside a van parked about a half mile away. On Fifteenth Street near Second Avenue. They're all neutralized now, but I'm worried the one next to the van may get run over if he fell in the street."
"What!" Penny yelled her thought. "How can they be neutralized?" she began running towards the rear car. "What's going on?" Penny asked. "How do you know..."
Penny came to an abrupt halt and looked at me as the pieces fell into place.
"Please! Say nothing else, Penny. The others have no idea of my talents," I thought to her. She held her tongue, but her eyes never left me.
Beth had arrived, along with Kip.
"Kip, come with me," I said. "David, you go with Penny. Let's move!"
I felt Kip's curiosity at a teenager giving instructions, and I wasn't surprised that he wasn't taking this too seriously. After all, he hadn't seen an enemy yet.
As we filed out onto the rear platform, Kip and I went to the right, David and Penny to the left. This was not going to be easy, directing Penny while I was trying to show Kip where they were. I think I was sweating, but no one spoke to me.
"Michael, I can see them. Let me help Penny, okay?" Vickie thought to me.
"Yeah! Thanks," I thought back.
Vickie's help made it much easier, so I concentrated on leading Kip. It was done in less than two minutes, with Kip dragging two back to where the third one lay outside the observation car vestibule. A minute later and David dragged in another bound captive. But quickly disappeared for the fifth.
"Should we go after the driver?" I asked Penny.
"No. We're not equipped and the train may pull out any moment. How long will what you do hold them?"
"I don't really know. I've only really done it a few times. None of them were serious, and I released them within minutes. I can tell you he is still alive and hasn't been run over yet, but he's scared he will be any minute," I thought to her and Penny.
"Why not release him, and then when he's out of the street, hit him again?" Penny suggested.
"Good idea!" I thought.
That's exactly what I did. I let him make it back inside the van before I hit him again. Now he was slumped over on the floor of the cargo van.
"What's wrong with them?" David asked.
"Strip 'em and tie them in seats in the forward lounge in the Dining Car," I told Penny.
She looked at me curiously as she relayed the order without answering David.
"It will make it easier for me to interrogate them," I thought to her.
Kip and Peter dragged the five bound captives into the Dining Car and quickly stripped them. Kip disappeared back outside, and Penny looked at me.
"He's retrieving their weapons. He sincerely doesn't want them to fall into the hands of innocents, like children," I told her.
"What next?" Penny asked me.
"Get everybody out but you and Kip and I. We can monitor them from a booth," I told her.
"Why Kip?" she thought back. She knew I was running the risk of exposing myself.
I didn't answer her because David was still standing there, watching closely.
She relayed my instructions to everyone. Beth and Peter headed back to their posts at opposite ends of the train. But David stood in the aisle staring at us.
Kip just looked at me. He suspected something, but his first inclination was a setup, because it had been just a tad too easy. Maybe some kind of test to see what he would do in a contrived situation.
I motioned David back towards the Observation car, out of earshot of the captured agents. I also tied in Catherine, so she would have a heads up on what I tell him.
"David, what you just witnessed is a weapon that Wagner Industries has been working on. The FBI and the CIA have each assigned an agent that we have been working with. The weapon is prototypical, with many problems still to be ironed out. It is also highly classified. Now you can push the issue, but you probably won't like the consequences, or you can let it go for now. I promise that I will talk to Catherine and explain that you saw it, but it will be up to her whether she tells you anything."
David wasn't buying it, but fortunately, his mind went off on other tangents as he left the dining car.
"Okay. What the fuck's going on?" Kip asked Penny. "If this is some kind of test, I'm gonna be really pissed."
I tied Penny in as I spoke to his mind.
"I wish it were a test, Kip," I thought to him tiredly.
Kip jumped in the air, whirled all the way around and landed in a crouch with a wicked looking knife in his left hand, searching...
"Put the knife away, Kip," I thought in my most fatherly voice.
He just looked at me, recognizing my voice now inside his mind. Penny jumped in, speaking to Kip through me.
"It's okay, Chief. We're meeting inside Michael's mind," she explained without really explaining.
He slowly lowered the knife, but didn't put it away, and didn't drop his defensive posture.
"I guess I'll just have to show him," I thought to Penny, but let Kip hear me.
Then I tweaked his motor cortex, and he dropped his knife before sinking to his knees. Penny caught him before he fell over.
"Do you need more proof?" I asked.
"What ... what did you do to me?" he thought to me.
I released him as I told him, "I stimulated all the nerves going to your primary motor cortex. It causes you to lose your voluntary muscle control, without messing with the involuntary ones. So while you can't make your arms or legs respond, you can continue to breathe or blink your eyes. It's not permanent, unless I make it so. It seems to only last a few minutes unless I continue the nerve stimulation."
He considered a quick sneak attack, more in the vein of a macho bullshit retort than anything else, but I quickly squelched that idea, as I tweaked his motor cortex once more and then replayed his own thoughts back to him.
"Okay. Okay. I get it," he finally thought. "But why are you showing me this? You didn't have to, you know."
This time I offered him my hand to help him up as I thought, "Yes I did. You're the only one of us that speaks Russian."
"How ... how did you know?" he stuttered.
"Kip, if you are around me long, you will figure out that there are no secrets from me. I've had plenty of time to study you. And I know all about your growing up an Army brat. I know you've lived in many countries and speak several languages. I'll admit the African one stumped me for a while."
"Did you see my file?" he asked.
"What file?" I asked back.
"The one that I thought was locked away with very limited access," he said with chagrin.
"Sorry, I've never seen anyone's file. I really don't need to. Sometime when you're in a better mood, ask me to show you Penny's favorite fantasy," I teased.
Kip chuckled as Penny slapped my upper arm.
"You'd better behave! ... If you know what's good for you!" she threatened, but the smile on her face gave her away.
I then quickly outlined my plan for Penny and Kip, as we picked a booth where they could keep an eye on the prisoners. I didn't need to see them to know exactly what they were doing.
"Penny, the time has come to fish or cut bait, as my daddy used to say. Kip here is CIA. I think you and he are about to gain a wealth of information. Your problem is, do you tell your bosses? And if you do, how will you explain having that knowledge in your possession?" I outlined her dilemma for her.
"You can tell them the truth of course, but I'm afraid I couldn't support you. I'd have to deny it for the safety of my family," I explained. "It's pretty unbelievable anyway."
I paused to let her mull it over, before adding another aspect.
"On the other hand, if you don't tell them, and they somehow find out later you possess intel that only enemy agents possess ... well you see where they might have no other option than to think you were one too."
Penny slumped in the booth as she began to understand her situation. Her mind desperately churning for a way out.
I let her stew for a moment as I scanned for Anna. She was in in the shower, in her dad's apartment in Washington DC so I tapped her mental shoulder. She didn't jerk or anything. Instead she froze as she thought, "Michael?"
"Sorry to bother you at such an indecent time," I told her as I sent her a mental image of me sucking her wet breasts.
"Liar! Stop with the pictures and tell me what you want. I'm having dinner in a little while," she told me haughtily. "With a man!"
"Tell your dad I said hello," I shot back.
"Ooooh. You don't play fair!" she exclaimed as she laughed.
"I really do hate to bother you but we have a situation here," I told her.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"We're just leaving the yard at Conway, Pennsylvania," I said. Then replayed everything that had just happened, including Penny's dilemma.
She understood immediately, and we discussed it for a few minutes and she suggested how we might proceed. Finally she said, "I guess this means I'll see you in the morning."
"I can't wait," I said and sent her another pornographic illustration of what I would do to her.
"Dream on, lover! There's no way I'm letting you fuck my ass!" she tried to make it sound serious, but I knew better.
"Then I guess I'd better get to bed so I can dream. It seems that's all I have left," I told her. "Good night my sexy little secret agent."
"Good night, Michael," she giggled.
I turned to Penny and told her the plan. She didn't think but a second before accepting it.
The Russian prisoners sat there, facing the forward bulkhead without saying a word, waiting for the interrogation to begin. I sat behind them, scanning each one of them as deeply as I could, tying in Kip and Penny and Anna down in DC. I didn't bother to try to understand any of it. That was their job.
I was on the next to last one when Anna gasped. I didn't stop, because it was too involved to get this deep, and I was tired. I didn't want to have to start over. So I let it go.
Finally we finished. I sat back exhausted just as Catherine and Vickie approached from behind Penny.
"Vickie, find him some fruit, preferably a banana. It's high in fructose. Quickly. And some water," she instructed. I could tell she was worried.
"Are you all right?" she asked me.
"Just tired," I replied. I was exhausted, but would be okay in a while.
"What did you find out? Vickie couldn't follow what you were doing."
"That's interesting!" I thought. I wanted to scan Vickie and find out what she saw, but I was really too tired at the moment.
"They were supposed to slip on board, and hold us hostage until after the board meeting tomorrow, mostly to insure everyone's cooperation. They were instructed not to hurt anyone, except in self-defense, but that's kind of loose with guys like this. If they didn't get our cooperation at the board meeting, they were supposed to transfer the girls to a waiting vehicle and then disappear and await further instructions," Penny recapped for us.
"Oh my! They certainly do play rough," Catherine exclaimed.
"According to the leader, the Russians will also have people in the building tomorrow, trying to find out what happens. But these guys don't know how many or where they will be," she added.
"They may have your offices wired for explosives in case things don't go their way. That part's sketchy, and their information incomplete," Kip picked up the narration. "But that wouldn't be unusual in this type of operation. Need to know and all that," he added sardonically. Kip had been on the wrong end of insufficient intel in the name of 'need-to-know' politics before.
"Penny, are you in touch with anyone? Can you communicate?" I asked.
"Yes. But only when we're not moving," she replied.
"Good! If I stop the train, can you get a message out?"
"Sure. What do you have in mind?" Penny asked.
So I told her what I was thinking. She asked a couple of questions, and then said, "It just might work, but I don't know how my boss will feel about giving them up."
"Don't forget about the one in the van," I reminded her.
She nodded as she left to make her way to the security room in the Observation car. That was where they kept the radio I found out later.
Catherine and Vickie stood there looking at me, waiting on me to say something, but I was busy scanning for the engineer. I found him, but I wasn't sure this would work.
"Kip, do you think we could blindfold them?" I asked, nodding towards the five Russian spies. "I don't want them to see too much," and resumed scanning the engineer.
"Got it," Kip said, and went to take care of it.
"Just my luck! They sure don't hire dummies to run these trains!" I thought to myself.
Vickie looked up at me, smiling. She was really tuned in and had heard my thoughts. I linked both her and Catherine so they could hear me as I tapped the engineer on his mental shoulder.
"You can stop the train?" Catherine thought to me.
"We'll see," I replied to her. "I sure hope so."
William McGinley, was a fourth generation engineer, who still thought with a Scottish brogue. He had started with the Pennsylvania Railroad as a student in high school, working the yards and going to school. After fifteen years, not to mention three generations of coaches to help him, he was one of Penn Central's best. And from everything I could tell, not the least bit superstitious.
"Billy?" I whispered in his mind.
"What the fuck?" he said out loud. Whipping his head around.
But there was no one to hear him. He was alone.
"Billy, I need you."
"Huh? ... who is that? Where are you?" He asked as he kept whipping his head around, checking out the narrow engineers' compartment for intruders.
"Billy, my name is Michael. And I..."
"Saint Michael?"
To Roman Catholics, it's Saint Michael, the archangel. In the Old Testament, Daniel refers to Michael as 'Michael, the great prince who protects our people' (The Book of Daniel, Chapter 12). Most scholars believe Daniel is referring to the end times, though some think it a little more general.
"Yes, Billy," I replied, hoping that Saint Michael would forgive the impersonation. "I need your help. You must stop the train. Safely. Only for two minutes. Then you must do so again in a few hours. Both times will be brief, and it will save many lives. Can you do this for me?"
"Saints preserve us! I can't believe this!" he said out loud.
"Billy please! You must stop the train. You must help me help many others. I'll tell Lidia what you did. I'm sure she will be very proud," I told him. Lidia was his deceased mother. They had been very close before she died last year of cancer.
"Holy Mother-of-God!" he exclaimed. "I could lose my license for this."
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