consciousness to spread in the vault, she drifted along the waves of his mind, riding swells until she reached the part that screamed with the Psy signature of her family.
Since she didn't know how long she'd be in here, she simply streamed through, siphoning data into her shadow-mind. She'd release and examine it once she was back behind the privacy of her own firewalls.
Unexpected movement.
Henry was leaving. She'd taken advantage of his absorption in his task to venture to the furthest edge of his consciousness. Now it was snapping back into a tight coil and if she didn't keep up, she'd be trapped here. Cut off from her mind for too long, her body would go into a coma from which she'd never recover.
Fear gnawed at the stomach of the woman on the bed but in the PsyNet, there was only a mind as calm as a pond. She barely managed to make it back before Henry went through the doors. After exiting, he charted a clear path to the darkest section of the Net, access to which was highly restricted. What she'd never expected as they cleared that section was the even darker core that lay within.
The Council chambers.
This was where it got tricky. If the other members were there, they might pick up what Henry hadn't. Nikita was the most dangerous. In the same manner that Sascha had recognized her family's signature in the vault, her mother would recognize hers if even the faintest hint of her mind emerged from the shadow of Henry's psyche.
However, Nikita had mentioned nothing about a meeting when they'd spoken. Sascha would've never instigated a ghosting otherwise. She told herself not to panic. Then they were through the final checkpoint and in the innermost core. Six other minds flared bright around them.
The Council was in session.
Taking desperate measures, Sascha forced herself to go under further than she'd ever before done, merging her consciousness with the outer layer of Henry's on a molecular level. Prolonging such a merge could mean the destruction of her psyche but there was no other option.
"Why are we here?" Crisp and young, the voice had to belong to Tatiana.
Though she was outside Henry's firewall and couldn't hear what he was thinking, she could hear what he heard - the others' thoughts all had to pass through his firewall and, by extension, through her, to reach his mind. That was the genius of ghosting.
"Yes," Nikita said, "I had to pull out of something extremely important without notice."
"He's taken another changeling girl." Marshall 's razor blade of a mind.
Buried so deep that she was no longer a person, Sascha recorded the conversation without processing it. Reaction was her enemy here.
"When?" Tatiana.
"Two and a half days ago. We did too good a job of telling our subordinates to bury any further cases - they didn't think we'd be interested in keeping up to date." Marshall 's tone didn't change. "I stumbled onto the information during a conversation with one of my guards."
"This can't be allowed to continue." Nikita. "In spite of what some of you insist on thinking, the changelings aren't without power. DarkRiver hasn't forgotten their lost female - I wouldn't be surprised if they're already hunting. We'd better hope they don't grow impatient and decide one of us will do in lieu."
If Sascha had allowed herself to think, she might've been startled, having been unaware that Nikita had such a clear grasp of a truth most Psy ignored.
"What pack was it this time?" Enrique.
"The SnowDancers." Marshall.
"It's a wonder hundreds of us aren't already dead." Nikita. "Those wolves are vicious."
"They're only changelings." Ming's cool menace. "What can they do?"
"Don't be stupid." Nikita. "They know we have to get close to influence them - close enough to be vulnerable to their weaponry. The SnowDancers took out five Psy last year. The Net was never alerted that they were in any danger. They simply winked out of existence one after the other. Their bodies have never been found."
"Why didn't we make an example of them?" Henry.
"The Psy who got taken out were acting foolishly. They went alone into restricted territory open only to the wolves." Marshall 's cold darkness. "We don't support fools."
"There's no mistake this killer is Psy?" Nikita.
"The NetMind has picked up traces of certain pathological traits within the patterns of a Psy mind. The traits peak during the week that he holds the women." Marshall. "There's been no success in tracking him."
"Only a very powerful psychic could hide himself so