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‘Sure you are,’ Dominique says. ‘So? Are you going to introduce me to your friend?’

‘Dominique Gabriel, this is Major Richard Phillips. Major Phillips is the director of Project TRINITY.’

The major attempts to disarm her with a friendly smile.

Dominique is immune. ‘What exactly is Project TRINITY, and what does it have to do with my kids? And don’t bullshit me. The staff does that enough.’

‘Okay, ma’am, straight and simple: TRINITY is a covert Intelligence program, its origins dating back to 1978 when it was called Project GRILLFLAME. The purpose of the program was, and is, to recruit, train, and utilize psychics for the gathering of Army intelligence.’

‘You’re telling me the United States government recruits psychics?’

‘Yes, ma’am. The DIA-the Defense Intelligence Agency-took over the project in the late 1980s, changing its name to STARGATE. The program was revamped and renamed TRINITY following the extraterrestrial interactions of 2012. I took over the project four years ago. My qualifications include sixteen years in STARGATE as a remote viewer.’

‘And what is a remote viewer?’

‘Remote viewing is a mental faculty that allows an individual to describe a target or event that is hidden from our normal senses by distance, shielding, or time. In essence, it’s the phenomenon of clairvoyance or telepathy.’

‘Sounds like hocus-pocus to me.’

‘A typical first reaction. The hypothesis behind the art is that all knowledge exists in a vacuum of pure energy. Remote viewers have the ability to tap into this realm. I can assure you from my own experiences at STARGATE that the phenomenon is quite real and governed by a well-structured scientific protocol.’

A chill runs down her spine as she recalls Evelyn Strongin’s words: ‘To understand inter-dimensional communication, you must first accept that we are surrounded by energy, and energy is everything, it is only our perception within the universe that changes.’

‘You’re here to recruit Jacob.’

‘Easy,’ Chaney says. ‘I merely wanted the major to meet both boys and evaluate them.’

‘Why? Why do they need to be evaluated? Why can’t you just let them be?’

‘Dom, a few days ago, Jacob sent Rabbi Steinberg to Washington to warn me of an assassination attempt.’

‘What?’

‘His information led to the arrest of one of Air Force One’s crewmen, a racist nutcase who would have blown up Air Force One and everyone on board.’

‘My God…’

‘It’s no secret the twins are special. There’s no harm in seeing just how special.’

‘Ma’am, it’s very possible your boys possess the gift of psychotronic perception. If that’s true, then my department can help them realize this gift to its fullest.’

‘For what purpose? So they can spend the rest of their lives locked up in some windowless chamber, telling the CIA what the North Koreans are up to? No-I won’t have it.’

‘Dominique, open your eyes. There are groups out there-religious zealots, Mesoamerican fanatics-that may be planning an attack on your compound as we speak. If Jake or Manny could see them coming-’

‘God, I hate this, I am so tired… fine, just do it… do whatever the hell you have to do. Test them. Poke and prod them if you have to. Take more DNA samples, hell, put them in a goddam bottle-’

‘Dominique-’

‘My sons have become the world’s sideshow, Ennis, and it’s my fault. So just do whatever you have to do and get it over with!’

She storms off, leaving the two men alone.

Lilith?

Jacob? Two pinpoints of azure blue twinkle back at him from beyond the white haze. Where have you been? I call out for you every day.

It’s not always easy for me to enter. Evelyn says I have to get my adrenaline pumping in order to find my way in.

Who’s Evelyn?

Evelyn Strongin. You’d like her. She’s a psychiatrist, she had a near-death experience years ago. I want her to teach me how to communicate with my dead father.

When did your father die?

Long time ago. Before I was born.

My father’s in prison. He killed my mama when I was born.

Geez…

Jacob, when we’re together in the nexus, it feels like our souls are one.

He’s hurting you again, isn’t he?

Yes.

You should tell the cops.

I can’t.

Why not?

I just can’t.

He said he’d hurt you if you told, didn’t he?

If I tell, they’d take him away, then I’d really be all alone. Unless I can live with you? Can I?

No, Lilith. I wish you could, but it’s dangerous around here too.

Do you love me, Jacob?

Yes.

You wouldn’t ever hurt me, would you?

Why would I hurt you?

Just promise me you won’t.

I promise.

*

‘Jake?’

Dominique enters the pool area. Sees the figure lying motionless on the bottom.

‘Oh, shit-’ She dives in the pool. Swims to the bottom. Drags her son and the weight plate to the surface.

‘Jake! Jake, wake up!’

Jacob’s consciousness is hurled out of the white haze of the nexus into bright sunlight, his mind awhirl, fighting to catch up with what just happened.

‘… insane? Answer me?’

‘Huh?’

‘I said, are you insane? Are you trying to drown yourself?’

‘No. I was… I was just training.’

‘Don’t ever let me catch you doing this again? Do you understand?’

‘Yes, ma’am. You’ll never catch me again.’

‘Don’t sass me, young man. You know what I mean.’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

Dominique climbs out of the pool, the sudden rush of adrenaline causing her muscles to quiver. ‘Get dressed. Your godfather flew in to see you.’

Dripping wet, she heads back to the house, her nerves shot.

The Faraday chamber, located in the basement floor of the Gabriel twins’ training facility, is a metallic enclosure, its wall-embedded circuitry designed to scramble all incoming electromagnetic signals. Soundproof and windowless, the chamber is painted in a neutral color, its softly diffused overhead light panels rigged to a voice-activated dimmer. Inside the room is a rectangular steel table, with two matching chairs positioned at either end. A video recorder and closed-circuit camera are positioned inconspicuously along the ceiling.

Jacob Gabriel sits at the far end of the table, facing the closed door. He doodles on a legal pad with a blue ink pen, waiting for the session to begin.

Chaney and Major Phillips watch him on a monitor from another room.

‘Okay, here’s the drill,’ Phillips says. ‘While I’m working with Jacob, you keep the other twin occupied in the SOSUS lab.’

‘You think these two can communicate telepathically to one another?’

‘It’s definitely possible. One thing I know from personal experience is that remote viewing across inter-dimensional lines is very frequency-oriented. Since tapping into wavelengths of a similar consciousness can affect the believability of the session-’

‘I understand.’

Jacob looks up as the major enters the antiseptic room and shuts the door. ‘Hi, Jacob. My name is Major Phillips. I’m the guy the president told you about.’

‘You’re here to test me?’

‘You say it as if it’s a bad thing. Actually, remote viewing is a lot of fun. I’ve been doing this sort of thing for a long time.’

‘My first time was an accident.’

‘Which means you should respond very well to formalized training.’

‘What do I have to do?’

‘For one thing, relax. Your mom tells me you practice yoga. Focus on your breathing. Let your thoughts go blank. Computer, dim lights 60 percent.’

The room darkens.

‘Jake, I want you to turn to a clean sheet of paper. Write your name and the date in the upper right-hand corner.’ Major Phillips reaches into his breast pocket and removes six double-wrapped, opaque envelopes. Inside each is a folded piece of paper, with words written in ink.