Blaze of Memory

CHAPTER 35

“The situation in Sri Lanka has been contained.” Henry’s resonant mental voice filled the psychic vault of the Council chambers. “The anchor in question is now under constant supervision.”

“He already was,” Tatiana pointed out.

“Yes,” Shoshanna said, “but previously, he had a degree of autonomy—as we all know, the anchors are so often cardinals that it’s near impossible to monitor them without a huge waste of manpower.”

“But in this case,” Henry continued, “that manpower is warranted. I’ve got my personal guard on him, but if the Council is in agreement, I’d like a member of the Arrow Squad to join the team.”

Kaleb felt a telepathic knock on his mind. Opening the channel, he found Nikita’s voice entering his head. They’re working together again.

He’d noticed the same thing. Henry, however, is no longer the beta member of the pair.

If they’ve found a way to balance their egos, Nikita commented, they stand to become the most powerful force on the Council.

The fact that Nikita’s thoughts had followed his wasn’t unexpected—there was a reason he’d allied himself to the San Francisco-based Councilor. Her mind was her most powerful tool, and, unlike the others, she had no thoughts of taking over the Net. Nikita was only interested in her own business interests. It made her an excellent partner for a man who was interested in gaining control over the PsyNet itself.

“Agreed,” Kaleb said as the Arrow question was put to a quick vote.

Anthony Kyriakus was the single member who didn’t immediately agree. “Ming, my question is for you. I’ve heard a rumor that your Arrows are no longer under your complete control.”

Kaleb had also heard that particular rumor, had in fact intended to explore the topic further. Now, he waited to see what Ming would say.

“The rumors are incorrect,” Ming said. “The only issue of control relates to the reaction several long-serving Arrows are having to the Jax regimen.”

“You’re still using Jax?” Tatiana asked.

“Nothing else has proven as effective when it comes to maintaining absolute Silence.”

It was more than that, Kaleb knew. Jax—recognized by most only as the scourge of the Psy—had been created for a very specific purpose. When given in the proper dosage, accurately calibrated to the individual, Jax had a way of erasing the personality without erasing the mind. A very precarious balance. “The ones who had the reaction,” he asked, “have they been taken care of?”

“I’ve put them in a facility specifically designed to hold Arrows who’ve begun to degenerate.”

Shoshanna spoke on the heels of Ming’s statment. “Why aren’t they dead? Surely they’re no longer useful.”

“Arrows,” Ming said, the subtle emphasis reminding them he’d once been one himself, “have only one unbreakable rule—never leave another Arrow behind. It’s part of the psychological structure that allows them to function. If I eliminate the defective individuals, it will eventually lead to the disintegration of the near-blind loyalty that binds the Arrows to each other and to me.”

“That,” Tatiana said, “sounds almost like an emotional attachment.”

“It is no more emotional than a chick imprinting on its mother,” Ming said. “I’m their leader and they’ve agreed to follow me—as long as I don’t break that one underlying rule, they’ll do exactly that.”

“How did such a rule ever come into play?” Shoshanna asked, exposing her ignorance of that aspect of human nature.

Kaleb had done his research. He knew about Zaid Adelaja, the first Arrow. Knew, too, that the man had been a soldier turned assassin. And soldiers, no matter their race, lived and died for the team. Ignoring Ming’s answer to Shoshanna’s question, he rifled through his files, searching for the location of the place Ming sent his Arrows to die.

He didn’t have it.

But he would have by the time this day ended. “We also have another matter to discuss.” He began to tell them about the dark spots in the Net, doing his ostensible job as the Councilor most attuned to the NetMind. But in truth, he was watching and listening. Each Councilor would have a different response to this knowledge, and, when the time came, each Councilor would either live or die on that response.