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had slipped into my hand when we shook at the meeting.
     
    “What is it?” Tanya asked.
     
    “It looks like latitude and longitude,” I said.
     
    “For what?” Deckert asked, pulling out his smart phone.  Several armed security staff appeared around us.
     
    “Nathan has a precog on staff. Ariel, I think her name is,” I replied.
     
    “What’s a precog?” Deckert asked, now looking at the coordinates and typing them into an app on his phone.
     
    “How do you know her name?” Tanya asked in a very even tone that set my alarm bells ringing.
     
    “Nathan told me about her when we were in Vermont.  She’s young and needs training so that new program centered around Declan and Caeco would be a good fit for her,” I said, then answered the next question before it could be asked.  “I think she’s about sixteen or so.  Precog is short for Precognitive.  A psychic that gets glimpses of future events.  This girl has been successful at predicting where and when new demon gates are going to pop up.”
     
    “So she thinks there will be a gate in Central Park?” Deckert asked, holding up his phone, which showed a map with a dot centered in New York City. “Or is it a trap to get you and our young queen into a tactically compromised position?”
     
    “When is it supposed to happen?” Tanya asked, leaning over my shoulder to look at the note.  There was nothing else but the coordinates.  She reached over and took the note gently, turning it over.  On the other side was a faintly penciled date.
     
    “That’s today,” I said, imagining demons running amok through picnics and Frisbee games.
     
    “Mr. Deckert?” Tanya asked.
     
    “On it, your majesty,” he said, turning and speaking rapidly to the security team that was hovering nearby.
     

Chapter 4
     
    An hour and forty minutes later, we were approaching the Downtown Heliport near Wall Street in Manhattan.  Deckert had scrapped the elaborate transport plan to slip us downstate in a specially equipped container truck, instead hiring a transport helicopter out of Albany airport.  The Bell 206 B III could carry a total of four passengers, so Tanya, myself, and Deckert, along with one of his guys, all piled into the sleek helicopter.  Four plush leather seats were laid out with two facing backward and two facing forward.  I put Tanya directly behind the pilot facing rearward, as I thought he’d be too distracted to fly properly if she faced forward.  As it was, the copilot kept trying to sneak glimpses of her over his shoulder for the entire trip.  He was mostly unsuccessful, as we spent much of the time huddled over tablets, trying to get any information on sudden attacks or violence in Central Park.  It was only mid-day, so Tanya spent some of the flight with her eyes shut, head tucked against my shoulder.
     
    “These put the spot somewhere near the North Meadow area of the park,” Deckert noted.  I had a sudden déjà vu moment, although with me, it’s never déjà vu but actual memories or ghosts of memories flickering up.  This one was a quick glimpse of me in a vast green park, rain pouring down, amid a veritable army of cops and first responders.
     
    “What?  You looked like you remembered something?” Deckert asked.
     
    Tanya moved against my shoulder, speaking without ever looking up or even opening her eyes.  “Christian helped investigate a Hancer attack in the North Meadow with the Special Situations Squad.”
     
    “There’s nothing on the news channels,” the extra security guy added.  His name was Doug Munn and he’d been a sniper in the 75 th Ranger Regiment, with an impressive list of combat deployments to his credit.
     
    I felt a buzzing, even through the headsets we were all wearing and the noise of the engine and rotors. Deckert reached into his shirt pocket and pulled his phone.  After glancing at the screen, he pulled off one side of his earphones and shoved the phone up tight to the same ear to