Awakening Book One of the Trust Series - By J. E. Swift Page 0,41

While I may head the Council and have significant pull, with the Descendants, I am no more special over any of them and it will be based purely on the strength of your argument.”

A broad smile graced Declan’s face. “But you will ask the Council.”

“I’ll need reports on how the training is progressing, and then we can develop a plan for an innovative training revamp.”

Declan walked over and embraced his father tightly. “Thank you, Dad. You will not regret this.”

His father returned his smile. “You will still have your other duties, Declan. Don’t forget that. Lucky for you, as of late where things are getting more hostile, I need Garrett’s special skills, and the sooner we proceed, the better.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve not forgotten my role.”

His father and he talked about various training techniques, what worked for the both of them when they were learning, and what did not. Declan outlined his plan for the future, large training camps that could hold the influx of potentials that were on the precipice. He hoped that they were not too late in their planning.

The latest theory was when the Inception happened, it would happen quickly. There would be mass confusion and panic among the world’s population. There would be people who believed that this “disease” was a pandemic, while religious zealots would claim that the world was coming to an end.

The Trust had been preparing by strategically placing Actuals in various positions of power. They had placed their people in positions not only politically, but within groups such as the World Health Organization, in hopes to help stem off the fear that ensued with the public.

Declan hoped that when the new evolution of the human race, these people in power would be influential in making the training facilities safe havens. Heavy military presence would also be needed he feared for protection, as the Trust would not have the resources available. But they could not count on that.

Trust Corporation would also be exposed for what it truly was, a front for the Actuals. Declan was not sure yet if the corporations business aspect would actually survive the media onslaught it was sure to endure.

Declan hated the fact that so many questions were left up in the air, so many unknown factors that he could not account for. But he knew that if he could convince the Council that a radical revamping of the training methods and facilities were needed, the Trust might have a chance of survival. Declan just prayed it was not too late.

Chapter 12

Caitlyn could tell that Garrett was in a foul mood from the moment he disconnected the phone. The cell clicked with a resounding snap when he shut it forcefully. He let a large sigh fall from his lips.

“What’s wrong?”

She couldn’t help but notice that his brow furrowed. “Councilman Riley and McPherson have called a special session with you and me this afternoon at one o’clock. That was the administrative assistant calling to confirm.”

Caitlyn guessed that this was unusual from his reaction, but could not understand immediately what would irritate him so. “Is there something bad about that?”

He rubbed his temple, before running his hand over his face. “That is just it. Not necessarily, but something is definitely up. I don’t know what, but I know that this is not typical with a mentorship. I set up frequent meetings with a council member to advise on your progress, but the student is never brought in during those sessions.”

“Have you reported anything unusual lately?”

Garrett smiled at her question and walked around the kitchen island, placing a kiss on the temple of her forehead. She easily returned his affections. “Caitlyn, everything about your training is unusual. You are not the topic of a lot of high-ranking Actuals for nothing you know. Most students at this point are just barely grasping the concept of mental blocks and attacks, never mind being almost more proficient at it than their mentors.”

Caitlyn lips curled up into a small grin. She knew she had Garrett where she wanted him in this discussion. “Well then Garrett, don’t you think that if everything is unusual about my training, it might stand that the Council is going to treat the review sessions a bit different themselves? If I was a Councilman, I know I would want to see first-hand what this Actual is capable of so far.”

“You’re probably right.” He kissed her again. “Unless…”

“Unless?”

He pulled her at an arm’s length and pointed between himself and her. “Unless they are unhappy