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   'Darren!' Sun's warning in my head wasn't necessary, this time, as I was
anticipating the pass.  I caught the ball behind my back while my eyes kept
Frank occupied.  My chi told me that Wei was open, so I shot a bounce-pass
in front of her as she passed behind and to my left, headed toward the
goal. She caught it just as she started her leap and made another easy
layup.

   The basketball game had been my idea.  The Gemini Girls had been
searching for a way to sharpen our ability to use each other's senses to
greater advantage, but it was hard to design an exercise that would do
that. It was after Frank and I had a little one-on-one game that I realized
basketball would be the perfect way to accomplish what my mind-mates
wanted, and have a little fun while we were at it.

   Our first practices were laughable.  It is very difficult to coordinate
your own movements based on what someone else is seeing, and the temptation
to use your own eyes is tremendous.  Mei proposed that we take turns
wearing a blindfold to remove that temptation, one at a time, starting with
me, since my chi would give me a little help.  Since my 'energy vision'
could not work on inanimate objects all it could do for me was let me know
where the others were and approximately what they were doing.  If one
passed the ball to me, I had to depend on someone else's eyes to catch it.

   Sounds simple, right?  Wrong!  It took a LOT of practice to get to where
I could convert what the others were seeing into something my muscles could
use, but gradually I started getting the knack.  When I became reasonably
proficient at it, I passed the blindfold to Jun, who went through the same
process.  The disadvantage the ladies shared was that they also had to
interpret what my chi was telling them about what everyone was doing. 
Their advantage, however, was that they had been there with me as I
learned, and already had a headstart.

   Finally, after many hours of practice, chasing missed balls, and
suffering not a few bruises, balls in the face and jammed fingers, we felt
that this 'secondary vision' thing was becoming second nature to us, even
without the blindfold, so we challenged the rest of the Gemini team to come
up with a basketball team to play against us.  The game was scheduled for a
Saturday, and the entire Hastings household, as well as many off-duty
employees from Gemini and Hastings' company had come to watch.

   We didn't have that big an advantage on defense, though being able to
see the person you're defending through other eyes makes it more difficult
for him or her to fool you.  On offense, however, they couldn't touch us.
Time and again, we made impossible plays that baffled our opponents and
threw their defense into disarray.  Being the big guy on our team, I was,
naturally, low post for most plays, and my chi helped to keep us all
informed of how the defense was configured, and where the weaknesses were.

   Some of our play must have looked like something from a Harlem
Globetrotters game.  We weren't anywhere near as good at handling the ball
as the Globetrotters, but then, I don't recall ever seeing them do a
no-look catch, and that was what kept confounding the team against which we
were playing.

   Our opponents were pretty good, and in a normal match might actually
have beaten us, despite the G-Girls' athletic prowess and superhuman
stamina.  As it was, however, the game was blowout for us.  Since no one
but Hastings and his daughter knew our little secret, our performance must
have been astounding to watchers and opponents alike.  Frank McKenzie
approached me after the game.

   "Damn, squid!" The ex-CIA agent told me.  "You five act like you've got
eyes in back of your heads or something!  I've never seen that kind of
teamwork!  No wonder three of you were able to take my team so easily back
in that hotel in Frankfurt!"

   "Now, see what loving your work can do for you?" I laughed.

   "I don't know, man," he replied, shaking his head.  "That's got to be
more than just loving your work.  That was spooky!"

   "These ladies are awesome, aren't they?" I said, trying to deflect his
curiosity a bit.  "They've kind of taken a liking to me, and taught me some
things the SEALS never dreamed of.  By the way - doesn't the losing team
owe the winners a few drinks or something?"

   "Drinks, my ass!" he snorted.  "This was a setup from the start!  If
anybody owes anyone drinks, you guys oughta be buying!"

   "How about a rain check?" I grinned.  "Let's get through this CIA
interview next week, and if everything comes out all right, I'll buy you,
Talibah, her mom, and your whole team a drink!"

   He slapped me on the shoulder as we headed for the shower.  "You got a
deal!  Hey, thanks for putting in a good word with Hastings and my bosses
about letting me go with Talibah for this interview.  She's going to need a
friendly face nearby, and since I know these guys' tricks, I can kinda keep
'em from getting too nasty."

   "No problem, jarhead." I replied, "You just take care of my girl, huh?"

   I couldn't tell him that I also thought it would be a good idea for him
to carry a couple of the Proteus bugs with him.  It would be harder to
detect them if there were only a couple on each body.  Besides, he might go
visiting old pals and get into places that Talibah couldn't get close to.

   After my own shower, I met with Hastings and the G-Girls for a final
planning session.  I was a little leery about sending those devices in with
Talibah, especially without her knowledge.  For that matter, I wasn't all
that thrilled about doing it to Frank, either, but we figured they'd be
less likely to tip someone off, deliberately or accidentally, if they
didn't know they were carrying spyware with them.  Hastings compromised and
swore that if either of them was caught, he would take responsibility.  I
didn't say so, but he wasn't the only one who would be running interference
for them if they were discovered.

   The real sticking point was retrieval of the devices after they had done
their work.  There was no reason to expect that the spooks would be able to
detect them, but it wouldn't be wise to leave them laying around the
grounds - somebody, someday, would come across them and put two and two
together.

   Since the grounds of the Langley compound weren't quite as secure as the
buildings, we decided that Mei, Wei, Sun, Jun, and I would be the pickup
team.  Once a day, starting three days after insertion, we would drive by
and blip the devices electronically, after seven days or when all devices
answered, we would go in at night and retrieve them.

   The last blip before we entered the grounds would give us rough
positioning.  Each of us would be equipped with something that looked a bit
like a flat black janitor's dustpan, but was small enough to fit in a
pocket.  Each of these 'garages,' when activated, would emit a low-level
signal that the bugs would home in on.  We would each make our way to the
vicinity of one of the bugs, as reported by the blip, and activate our
dustpan.  When a bug 'docked' in its garage, the dustpan would send a
signal to its wielder's headset.  Theoretically, each garage could retrieve
up to a dozen bugs, but we only planned to send half a dozen, and the less
time we spent on the grounds of the CIA compound, the better.  With five of
us going, if all six bugs made it out, one of us, whichever was closer,
would have to pick up the extra bug.  With any luck two of them would be
close together and could be retrieved with a single stop.

   Talibah's interview went well enough, though the CIA wasn't happy with
what she told them.  She was forthcoming about Ghalib, the Chinese, and the
involvement of the agents in Germany and Salzburg, but would not give up
names or other information about living members of her organization. 
Frank, true to his word, protected her from some of the worst things they
could have thrown at her.  She didn't, for instance, get packed off to
Guantanamo Bay, but short of physical abuse, they used every weapon in
their arsenal against her.

   When we collected them in the evening, Talibah looked drained but not
too much the worse for wear.  A quick sweep picked up CIA bugs that had
been planted on both of them, but no trace of the Proteus devices.  Our
'bugs' had apparently crawled away without being noticed.  Since Hastings
Company manufactured security devices, the listeners probably weren't too
surprised when their bugs died.

   Three days later, in a different vehicle, Sun drove by the Langley
compound and got responses from four of our devices that had made it out of
the buildings with their loads of data.

   The next night, yet another vehicle, and five responded.  We hoped we
might be able to make our pick up earlier than expected.  It wasn't until
the seventh day, however, that the sixth bug responded to our signal.

   That night was moonless and overcast - a perfect night for infiltrating
one of the most secure places on earth.  We were using a combination of
techniques I had learned in SEAL training and spec-ops, and stuff that the
G-Girls had gotten as part of their training and experience.

   We wore headsets for communication with our control - one of the most
trusted of Gemini's people - and to hear the signal from our 'garages' when
our bugs came home, but our communication with each other was, naturally,
through our 'personal' hookup.  It was much faster and more reliable, but
it drove the woman chosen as our control batty, since she had no idea what
was going on unless one of us bothered to tell her.

   The place was a maze of optical, laser, and other detectors, but we had
one advantage.  To avoid having too many false alarms from wildlife,
patrolling dogs and such, the point of detection had to be a certain
distance above ground, and motion sensors were not used at all.  Our
progress was slow, but Sun, Jun, Mei, Wei and I slowly made our way from
our widely dispersed insertion points to our respective pick up points.  My
'chi vision' came in handy more than once, as guards or dogs passed near
one of us.  Thanks to the early warning, we all managed to stay downwind of
the dogs and not raise any alarms.

   I made my pickup without incident and started back out.  I had almost
reached the fence when my luck ran out.  One of the dogs - a Doberman
Pinscher, picked up my scent and came straight for me.  I could have killed
him, but if I could neutralize him without leaving evidence of my passing
it would be much better.

   Instinctively, my chi reached out to him, tasting the white hot anger
and fear that my scent had aroused in him.  The fear was for his trainer's
wrath, I realized, as he charged silently upon my position.  I sat
cross-legged on the ground, checking my tell-tales to be sure we were out
of range of sensor and camera sweeps.  My energy flowed outward, flooding
the dog's anger with affection, and soothing his fear.  I had never tried
this before and I could feel the girls watching tensely as the dog paused,
whining, sniffing the air around me.  It was hard to remain calm and keep
the proper energies flowing, so I was grateful for the steadying presence
of Sun and Jun.  Mei and Wei kept track of what my chi was 'seeing.' I
continued sending out soothing energies while sitting perfectly still.  In
fits and starts, the dog inched closer, ears erect now, curious about what
I might be.  It took a couple of minutes that seemed like hours, but soon,
the dog was happily licking my face!  I scratched him behind the ears and
under his collar, then resumed my progress toward the compound fence.

   My new canine friend followed along as I crept and crawled, avoiding
sensors and cameras, and I feared he might draw unwanted attention to me in
his zeal to be my friend.  I 'pushed' caution at him, and suddenly, he was
creeping along beside me on his belly, his ears up and alert, nose
twitching.

   I felt a little guilty when I reached the outer fence and had to leave
my pal behind.  I felt like I had betrayed him in some way.

   Three of the girls had already made it back to the pickup point by the
time I got there, and Mei arrived shortly after I did, having had to pick
up two of the bugs.

   It was beginning to look like a clean getaway, but we didn't relax our
guard until we were well away from Langley, each making our separate way
back to California.  I was airborne on a flight out of Baltimore when the
girls began bombarding me with questions about whatever possessed me to
take the dog on in just that manner.  I tried my best to come up with a
logical explanation, but the truth was that it was sheer guesswork, and I
was going to have to be careful about that.  It was not wise to jeopardize
a critical mission for the sake of an experiment, even if the result was
positive.

   Our homecoming in California was a muted affair.  Having each taken
different flights, we arrived by ones and twos at Hastings' estate.  As I
waited for Wei and Sun to arrive, I took a walk around the grounds.  It was
really a park-like affair that cleverly disguised the defensive
capabilities of its features.

   I was lost in thought, so I was almost on them before I realized anyone
else was there.  Talibah and Frank, however, were so wrapped up in each
other - literally - that they never noticed my presence.  I watched their
passionate embrace for much longer than was polite, then sadly turned back
toward the house.

   I guess I was feeling a little sorry for myself, realizing that my bond
with the girls would make it difficult for me to ever have a 'normal'
relationship.  The more I thought about it, the more morose I became.  I
had never really seen myself in a monogamous relationship before, but it
seemed that now I would never get the chance to experience what it was
like. Gradually, I became aware of a mixture of amusement and sadness
emanating from my four partners.

   Of course: they would know, automatically, how I felt and why, but their
reaction puzzled me, until I bothered to notice the thoughts behind it,
then the situation became crystal clear.

   Here I was, pining over the loss of a woman who, no matter how I felt
about her or she about me, had chosen another man, and I was bemoaning the
fact that my link with four lovely ladies would keep me from having such
relationships.  Until that moment, it had never occurred to me just how
lucky I was.  Here I was, irrevocably linked to, not one, but four
beautiful women who loved me dearly.  It is the very nature of our bond
that I couldn't help but love them back.  Not only that, but the five of us
had something that few, if any couples ever achieve - we UNDERSTOOD each
other on so many levels that would be impossible without this mind-meld I
had somehow created between us.  The bonus, especially for me, of course,
was that we could, and often did, enjoy sex in many ways that would not be
possible with a 'normal' woman.  I may not ever have a monogamous
relationship, but the one I had could prove to be even better.

   I'm not sure how to describe the reaction I got from my partners as they
'watched' me work this out for myself.  I guess the best I can do is to
call it 'mental applause' but there were also feelings of tenderness, and
even relief on my behalf, as if they had been there WAY ahead of me, and
were wondering if I would ever catch up.

   Our sex that night was more loving, more tender than any I can recall
before or since.  It was almost as though they were welcoming me home, and
we spent hours pleasing each other, over and over, as often with hands and
mouth as with our sex organs.

   The following day, I met with Steve Hastings and the Gemini Girls at
Hasting's company headquarters, where, for the first time, I got introduced
to his CTO.  The guy was a total wonk, but who could fault him when he kept
coming up with all these gadgets that were so far ahead of the rest of the
world?

   The information retrieved by the bugs was incredible, though most of it
was useless for our purposes.  We had no intention of putting agents or
legitimate missions at risk, and the illegitimate ones we wanted to stop at
the source, not in the field.  It took the better part of two weeks to sort
out the stuff we needed because it was a task that could not be automated.
Sun, Jun, Mei, Wei and I, however, made a much quicker job of it than might
have been expected, since we could scan five different data streams and
correlate what we saw without having to put it on paper.  In the end, we
destroyed about eighty percent of the data we had recovered, keeping about
twenty percent for our own purposes.

   It was near the end of that period that the CIA came calling. 
Fortunately, the five of us were working late that night.

   Wei, the on-call supervisor for the building's security got a call from
the security center, reporting that several cameras had been disabled and
that sensors were reporting the presence of many extra bodies.  When I
extended my chi beyond the walls of the building, it encountered a large
number of bodies on the ground, and others descending from two helicopters
hovering above the building.

   These guys were serious!  From the size and organization of the assault
force, it had to be a Government agency, and we wondered if our little
invasion of CIA Headquarters had been detected, after all.

   Naturally, the ground floor entrances and exits were blind traps that
would allow any incursion to reach a blastproof steel door, then drop
another behind the invaders.  The same was true of the roof access.  Each
of these rooms, once sealed, could be flooded with a knockout gas.

   In the event that the invaders came equipped with gas masks, automatic
weapons systems and firing ports for the guards would do a more permanent
job of disabling the intruders.

   The elevator shafts were also impenetrable.  Between the equipment room
on the roof and the shafts that carried the elevator cars were two thick
layers of reinforced concrete.  The cables that raised and lowered the cars
were threaded through individual holes in that concrete.  No one was coming
in that way.

   That left the air conditioning system.  The intakes for the system were
on the roof and gave easy access to an equipment room on the top floor of
the building.  Getting beyond the top floor through those ducts, though,
would prove an arduous and frustrating task for the intruders.  I saw in
the minds of the girls the system of baffles and heavy screens that would
take hours for even the best equipped team to penetrate.  There were,
however, access panels that allowed egress from the system into the
equipment room.

   The girls assured me that the guards would handle the ground floor
incursions and anyone coming down the stairs from the roof.  Our job was to
capture anyone attempting to enter through the air conditioning.

   The equipment room would have been tough to break out of, as well, but
we weren't going to give them a chance.  We were wearing ear protection and
safely hidden behind concrete barriers in anticipation of the standard
space-clearing tactic when they tossed concussion grenades into the room
through the two access doors.  As soon as the first pair of booted feet
appeared, however, we took up positions near the access openings, but out
of sight.

   The owner of those boots hit the floor, crouched, peered around at the
apparently empty room, and said 'Clear!' into his throat mic.  That was
when Jun hit him.  He fell, unconscious, and she caught his weapon to keep
it from clattering on the floor.  Not that his teammates would be able to
hear much.  Being inside those metal ducts when the grenades went off
outside must have been like being inside a drum at a headbanger's concert.
No wonder the guy had been shaking his head when he came out.

   The other three from this team dropped, one by one, into the room, and
each instantly fell prey to blows from one or more of us.  They hadn't left
anyone on the roof, as my chi confirmed, but there was a control team in
the parking lot.

   With these agents secure, and the guards busy securing the gassed
intruders from the entrances, I took one of their headsets, listening to
the frantic calls from the guys in the van they were using as a command
post.  I grabbed a direction finder and headed outside, homing in on the
signals from the command center.  Jun, understanding my purpose, came with
me.  I took the back doors and she took the side.  The two men and a woman
inside surrendered without a fight when faced with two silenced automatic
pistols.

   At the same time, Mei and wei turned on the building's anti-aircraft
systems, painting both choppers with fire control radar before ordering
them to land in the parking lot.  The pilots, too, were disinclined to
resist.

   Now that we had the entire assault team secured, we naturally wanted to
know why they were attacking us.  The answers, this time, were not quite as
easy to come by as they had been in Germany, but all of us were trained in
interrogation techniques.  We took the five who seemed likely to know the
most into five different rooms.  My guy and I conversed about the reasons
for the attack.  Sun and Jun and their agents did the same.  Mei and Wei
asked their guys about who sent them, where the orders came from, etc.

   Since each of us could hear what all five had to say without them
knowing it, it was easy to cross them up and get them to trap each other.
By the time we were done, we knew that the attack was put together not on
the suspicion of stolen data, as we had feared, but to find out what the
Chinese had wanted so badly from us that they put together such an
elaborate scheme to get it.

   Seems the agencies Hastings worked with on his other products hadn't
been able to provide the answers, since Hastings had kept them in the dark
about his R&D, and Talibah's answers to their questions had only piqued
their interest.  They didn't believe the story she told about the girls'
former employer wanting them back, dead or alive, when they asked what the
Chinese were after.