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building's parking lot.
    Auggie feels he needs an alternate form of escape, in case we left him here after folding space , I sent.
    Understandable. I would feel the same , Val agreed. Perhaps it is a good thing that our Karathian Warlock in the driver's seat never had his power awakened , he added. His shielding ability and the talent for invisibility is something he'd have had, anyway .
    Yeah. We were supposed to be reborn on Karathia , I heaved a mental sigh. You see how that turned out .
    I'm pleased that you were reborn a second time as Larentii. Only the most deserving achieve that .
    I held back from telling Ilya that he's almost immortal , I responded. I'd changed the subject to get Val away from talking about me-it embarrassed me, when most Larentii would merely acknowledge the truth in the statement.
    He can still be killed; I'm sure he realizes that , Val responded. Shall I transport us out of this infernal mechanism?
    Please .
    * * *
    Jennifer Troutman, her eyes and face identical to Maye's after she'd received the drug, smiled when Val and I walked through the door. She and Nick's clone, Captain Brett Walker, waited in a room on the top floor that was flooded with light.
    Seats and plants were scattered about-it was decorated as a sanctuary for those recovering in Richard Farrell's personal hospital.
    "This is Colonel August Hunter," Richard Farrell began introductions before I could accost him for what he'd done. "He's Secretary of Defense and the one in charge of the Program."
    "I know who Colonel Hunter is," Brett Walker held out a hand. Auggie obliged.
    "Thank you for your service," Auggie said. "I hear you were severely wounded in Afghanistan."
    "Wounded would be putting it mildly, Colonel. I have to say, this miracle drug you've developed is, well, a miracle." It was hard to watch-Brett's words coming from Nick's mouth.
    I coughed to clear my throat. Auggie shot me a frown before turning to First Lieutenant Jennifer Troutman. "I heard your convoy was attacked in Iraq," he said. "You're the only survivor."
    "I haven't had time to deliver that news," Richard muttered.
    Or a lot of other news , I pointed out in mindspeech.
    Corinne, please don't , Richard begged. You have no idea , he cut his words short when I nodded toward Rafe.
    After all, to everyone except Rafe, I looked like the old Corinne-before the taller, bluer Corinne. Only Rafe saw me as someone different.
    For both our sakes.
    This isn't Maye, this is Jennifer , I pointed out.
    I know . Richard turned away for a moment.
    He still doesn't realize what an abomination the drug is-especially to those who've been cloned. They have their set of memories, and another set that threatens to emerge. Some clones have an extreme amount of difficulty coming to terms with that , Valegar said.
    So those who had Sirenali obsession were better off? I asked.
    In some ways , he agreed. But, as you realize, the orders to kill that were likely put in place are extremely unhealthy-to all involved .
    Auggie , I sent, You'd better have Leo waiting to talk to both of them. Val says they'll have their old memories plus a new set trying to emerge. That could spell trouble .
    He threw a look in my direction that said he wanted words with Leo-plus the President and Richard Farrell-as soon as possible. One of Val's hands touched the back of my neck and his fingers began to massage it-if he hadn't, I may have spoken out of turn and rounded on Richard Farrell for doing what he'd done.
    Jennifer and Brett didn't need to hear that. For now, they were grateful to be alive and free of pain. For that, I was happy. So many other problems could come of this, though, and I hoped they could overcome those obstacles and be their own person.
    With the Program's resurrection looming over their heads, I doubted that was possible. They'd be expected to fill Nick and Maye's shoes, complete with their skill sets. Their own lives could drown in the choppy waters of those whose blood they'd been