13Silence descended inside Peyton’s head the moment he crossed some invisible line. He no longer felt that familiar connection to everything electronic around him. His ears heard nothing but the wind blowing through the trees. He noted his satellite communication was cut off as well, which meant he couldn’t even send a mental message to the members of his Marine fire team who’d tagged along to help.
Whoever the hell was guarding this place had installed some sophisticated signal jamming and it seemed targeted specifically to restored cybernetic soldiers. He was starting to believe that Creator Omega really was here. He seemed particularly gifted at thwarting all the security measures Kyra put in place to protect their abilities.
Peyton held up a hand and the nine volunteers walking forwa
