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Lydia knew she should probably be paying attention to what the reporter was saying as they began their broadcast but instead she found herself sitting at the other side of the gym trying to chase down the sense of anxiety that was afflicting her. After a moment, she felt a hand on her arm and looked up into Fellaria’s eyes.

“What’s wrong, my ilsra?” Fellaria asked softly enough not to be picked up by the microphone.

“I’m not sure,” Lydia admitted. “Something is making me anxious but it is doesn’t feel like a premonition – well, not quite.”

“It could be your picking up something else that’s happening right now,” she said. “Show me? Maybe we can chase it down together.”

“Okay,” Lydia said. “But I should be listening to them, shouldn’t I?” She nodded to where the female reporter was interviewing Peter who was playing the recordings of the orders he’d been given and his objections.”

“It looks like they have it all in hand,” Fellaria said. “And this could be important too. What if it’s another attack?”

“That’s a very good point,” Lydia said before lowering her shields to let her mentor in.

Wow, you are anxious, Fellaria said. Now let’s see if we can figure out why.

Lydia felt her rummage around for a moment before giving an enlightened “ah!”

You found something?

It’s what I thought, she said. Something that’s happening now rather than a premonition. Your sensitivity is growing. I’ll show you how to home in on it. Something seemed to click in Lydia’s head and her nebulous anxiety coalesced into a vision. A group of airforce personnel were in a hanger somewhere, prepping an odd-looking flying machine.

Uh, is that a drone? she asked. Are they planning to bomb us now? Even as she asked, she knew it wasn’t that.

No, not us, Fellaria was obviously picking up more than she was. She sounded astounded. I don’t believe this. They can’t think they’ll get away with this in a democracy.

What is it? Lydia asked anxiously.

They’re planning to assassinate the Cabinet, she said. And blame either you or my kind and use that as an excuse to bring in complete martial law. She shook her head. Every world has it’s fair share of tyrants and would-be tyrants, I guess.

In normal circumstances, Lydia might have laughed at her mentor showing how well she knew Earth again. Instead, her mouth dropped open. They’re crazy. That won’t work, will it?

It might if people are scared enough to go along with them, Fellaria said. It’ll be messy even if they fail if they aren’t stopped. You should tell your parents.

Good idea, Lydia said. She reached out and tapped her parents minds. They looked around from where they were standing near the reporters and she pushed what she and Fellaria had seen into their minds.

Sonia, see if you can pick up any more, Matthias said instantly. We’ll talk to Peter as soon as he’s finished with the reporters. Keep an eye on them in the meantime and tell me if it looks like launch is imminent. I’d like to stop them before they launch it but if we have to, we’ll intercept it.

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