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me for
that. Plus he mentioned that he was going to take a few weeks off
before beginning his testing in there, so he would be free. I
decided to talk to Linda about it when we took a break later.
    I walked back toward the house and motioned
Linda toward the patio. I pulled out a chair for her before
flopping into my own. Talking about the last test, Linda agreed
that distance seemed to matter in regards to difficulty. “Let’s try
something a tad different,” I said. “Why don’t you reach out and
get us a couple of beers.”
    “Hmm …” she started, “Not having line of
sight might make it a bit tricky, but I’ll try.”
    It took about three minutes before I saw the
patio door slide open and the two bottles of Newcastle float out
and toward us. As they neared, their paths diverged slightly, one
heading toward each of us. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead
as she frowned in concentration.
    “That was trickier than I thought,” she
admitted. “Finding the fridge, opening it, trying to grab bottles
that I couldn’t see, and then doing all the steps together was
tough. I had to get a sort of mental ‘echo’ from things before I
could interact with them.”
    “You did great,” I said with enthusiasm.
“Multi-tasking at its finest, but you did screw one thing up.”
    “What was that?”
    “You forgot to open them,” I said, giving the
bottle caps a mental flip to pop them off.
    “Smart ass,” she replied, taking a long swig
from her bottle.
    We sat and relaxed for a while and enjoyed
the cold beer in the warm sun. Once finished, I asked “So, do you
think you can figure out the telepathy bit from your morning
adventure and show me how to do it?”
    “I’m not sure. At the time, I didn’t even
realize what I was doing,” she admitted.
    “Give it a try. Read my mind, send me a
message, or maybe pretend you’re Snow White and summon up some
bluebirds to flutter around your head,” I said smiling. “While
you’re working on that, I’ll try and duplicate your beer fetching
feat and see if I can feel that mental ‘echo’ you mentioned.”
    I’ll give it a try,” she said, throwing me a
dirty look for the ‘Snow White’ comment.
    I waited a couple of minutes for some form of
mental communication, and when nothing seemed to be forthcoming,
turned myself to my own task. I immediately encountered the
difficulties she mentioned, but soon learned to pick up that echo
of the objects centered on my search. It took me a minute or two
longer, but I finally managed to bring us the bottles. Objective
complete, I turned to Linda and asked her how she was making
out.
    “Apparently, not so well,” she said with some
frustration. “I’ve been trying all sorts of things, but without
much luck so far.”
    “Don’t sweat it,” I said. “We can figure it
out later if need be. I just thought it would be something nice to
know.”
    “Yeah,” she agreed glumly. “What else did you
want to do?”
    “Let’s put the tests aside for a bit. I
wanted to talk to you about who you think we can trust with this. I
was thinking that Carl Hagar could have some valuable insights, and
I know him well enough to feel that he’s trustworthy. He was my
physics lab partner in grad school, and we’ve done a lot of work
together since we both graduated. He’s got one of the best
scientific minds out there, next to me, of course. He also owes me
a big favor right now since I just helped him set up his new test
lab in Edmonton.”
    “Carl might not be bad,” she agreed. “If I
had to trust anyone else with this, I would probably pick my best
friend Sara Jensen and her husband Sid. I’ve known them for ages,
and they certainly proved their courage with tours in both Iraq and
Afghanistan.”
    I thought about what I knew of her friends.
Sid was the epitome of what you thought of when someone said the
word warrior . Six foot four and about two hundred and twenty
pounds, he seemed easier to picture as a medieval