Read New Markets - 02 for Free Online

butt for a guy in that spandex suit though, or whatever this stuff is.”
    Everyone turned to look at the poor guy.  He looked surprised and embarrassed at being outed.
    I said, “Guys, while I enjoy picking on you for thinking naughty thoughts, I’d really like to interrogate the kidnapper….”
    Agent Danst said, “We’ve got him being looked at over at the ambulance.  Shall we, miss?”
    “Psystar.  Yep.”
    Baracco stopped me on the way to the second ambulance and handed me the energy bars.  I gave him a quick hug and thanked him, then proceeded to open the package and scarf down the bar.  Agent Danst found it interesting that I was so hungry.
    Baracco noticed his look and said, “She lost a lot of blood.  Some sugar in the system will help, I hope.”  Both of them watched me very closely, almost as if I weren’t human, and they were attempting to figure out what the alien liked.
    I had the second energy bar down before we reached the ambulance.  The kidnapper lay on a stretcher, handcuffed to the rails on each side.  His right hand was wrapped in bandages.
    He looked up at us and spit, then said, “My rights are bein’ violated, pigs.  I get med help before having to put up with your shit.  I’m in a lot of pain, too.  Where are the painkillers?”
    The line reminded me of my interrogation of the mutant in Metrocity Jail yesterday.  I ended up having a mental fight in his mind, and threw him into his own emotional fear center.  The last we’d seen of him he screamed and screamed in terror until he passed out.  Hmm, I could do that to this guy, I suppose.  Teach him what pain and fear are all about.
    He stared at me, and wondered how in the world I was back on my feet after being shot so many times.  Only twenty minutes before I had been bleeding profusely and unconscious.
    I smiled grimly and said, “You should have shot someone who would stay hurt.  Now you’ve just made me mad.”  And lightheaded.  Wow, now would be a great time to go drinking if I were legal, I’d be all happy and dancing on tables and stuff.
    I stretched my neck by twisting my head from side to side.  I walked around behind his head and knelt down.
    He said, “What the hell?  Screw this, get away from me!  I demand a lawyer!”
    I leaned my head down close to his.  His mindview became huge to me as I almost touched my forehead to his.  He was afraid of what I was going to do to him, and yet so angry at not being able to capture me.  Yes, fear will do.   I focused on spreading fear.  I wanted him to cower before me.  He could learn the hard way not to shoot me. 
    The almost familiar tingling sensation spread across my skin as I focused on making him fear me.  The tingling continued much longer than normal, and a rush went down my spine.  Someone nearby screamed and ran away from me.  The kidnapper’s mindview had changed my appearance to be backlit.  My skin somehow darkened and glowed from behind, giving me an otherworldly look.  My golden hair floated in the air, glowing from that aura.  My eyes had a strange, frightening look to them.  They were backlit golden, with the amethyst iris appearing dark and unnatural.
    Yeah, I like this.   I concentrated on pouring this sense outward.  I wasn’t in the mood for a mental fight, softening him up seemed like a better idea.  Nearby mental voices sounded very afraid, and disappeared as they moved out of my mental range.  The kidnapper was paralyzed with fear as he stared up at my frightening visage. 
    My lip curled into a wicked smile.  I debated asking him where the child was at, but wouldn’t believe him anyway.  I pulled myself through his mindview, summoning up my nebulous pack of golden tentacles I’d used in other people’s minds.  I looked around at them for a moment.  They simply formed out of a golden light around me, rather than out of my body.
    His visual image was lost to the view of my horror-film visage, along with my new