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long trot, then a ground-eating lope. They stayed along the fringe of the meadow, partially hidden by the old growth fir and pine trees.
    “I’m all yours. Want a really good time?” he crooned suggestively, but lightly.
    “If you mean further destruction, yes,” she grouched.
    “Take my hand. Feel where you were. I’ll go with you.”
    Her hand clasped to his, Sedona closed her eyes, sent herself flying back to the data operation. A crowd of personnel had gathered around the blackened equipment.
    I am with you.
    She felt him right beside her as she hovered, watching.
    Think lightning. Think lightning shooting from your fingertips, sweeping through all the machines.
    Sedona visualized, felt the first sizzle. Instantly lightning bolts sizzled from her into the surrounding machine banks. Waves of intense white light swept all around the room, his power joined to hers. Pops of explosion sounded one after another. Horrified screams rent the air as the personnel huddled together. Bursts of smoke streamed upwards, the last wisps of breath from dying equipment. Everything not destroyed went blank. Completely dead.
    A woman strode into the room, surveyed the scene swiftly, then looked toward their direction. Volcano jerked them free, back to Magician’s back. They still loped, closing in on an aspen treeline.
    “Special Agent Chokynkos, the woman,” he spoke.
    “Could she see us?”
    “She sensed a presence.”
    “Well, this will be fun. Psi Ops after us.”
    “They already were. Why make it easy for them?”
    “Is that cherub humor?” she asked, since he’d said it with smug humor.
    “We eliminated their ability to track us for awhile, even with psi viewing.”
    “It was fun, amazingly fun.”
    “Better than cycle jumping over Hummers?”
    “Probably just as good. I thought we weren’t demonstrating the big power stick.”
    “That’s only a tiny demo of our power capabilities.”
    “If you say so. What else do we get to blow up?”
    “Down, girl,” he teased. “Step-by-step explosives training.”
    “Can’t keep a good woman down, once she owns the satisfying power of destruction.”
    “Sedona Khali.” He stroked her with his murmur.
    “Kali, Goddess of righteous destruction, one of her powers. Only I was using the pen is mightier than the police-state-sword angle. All I had to fight them with. That, and the enlightened mass consciousness overcomes evil strategy.”
    “Sedona, your name – phoenix rising from the ashes?”
    “Yes,” she delicately murmured. “It was so devastating, watching what they did, all those good people dying horribly. Or having to leave, disperse, lose their base of spiritual power. Lose
America
.” She sighed heavily. “To be honest, cherub, I wasn’t too happy with God.”
    “I know. Why I’m here, Sedona.”
    “To keep me happy with God, or Goddess ?”
    “To keep you happy with yourself.”
    “That’s a monumental impossibility, except by miracle.”
    “I’m the cherubim for the job.”
    “At least, you didn’t say man for the job.”
    “You’ve been battling the Dark Masters psychically also.”
    “Yes. Me and a lot of others, who shall remain nameless,” she admitted, then released a long breath. “I’m trying, although, it doesn’t seem to have been very successful. So far.”
    “Successful, yes. To your satisfaction, no.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “Divine appearance is deceiving.”
    “And no fun to live. I grew up believing in freedom. The Constitution. Bill of rights. Freedom for all. I never thought I’d be living through this Nazi sci-fi nightmare.” Sedona knew bitterness owned her voice. And sadness, anger, everything boiled there, a seething cauldron of disappointment, despair and desperation.
    “When a good angel falls too hard,” he soothing whispered.
    His obvious compassion had her biting back any retort, verbal or mental.
    As they entered the sparse aspen forest, Donna and Gary slowed their mustangs to a resting walk,