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Beside me, Jake stiffened. Before I could even blink, he raised his hand in a jerky, reflexive motion, and the gun Randall Lenz held went flying. It hit the polished wooden floor and skidded to a stop against the far wall.
Wow. Apparently, Jake could perform all sorts of feats with his telekinetic powers, and I murmured a thank-you under my breath to the universe for his quick thinking.
However, my gratitude evaporated in the next second, because, without missing a beat, Agent Lenz pulled another gun from his pocket and aimed it right at Jake. Even as a terrified denial burst from my lips, he pulled the trigger.
Not the explosive bang I was expecting. No, instead, the projectile that shot from the gun’s muzzle emerged with a strange, evil hiss, and a small red dart buried itself in
