Dark Genesis: The Birth Of The Psi Corps - Plot & Excerpts
They took her to the showers, cleaned her up, and put her in a crisp cotton dress, dark green. After that they escorted her to one of the larger buildings—one that the prisoners were never allowed near, though it was still within the gate. She noted the small helicopter outside-a Foyle 350, with ground effect jets-,as black as the starless sky. The air was heavy with the scent of gathering monsoon rains. Her guards walked her to the door, rapped, and stepped back.Come in. It was a strong voice, one she recognized. A gust of cool air met her as she opened the door, the breath of a benevolent god after days in the stifling dormitory buildings.“Ms. Temple. Come in.” The Psi Cop was a tall man with an equally long face, pleasing to the eye. He motioned her toward a couch.“Can I get you anything? Water? Wine? Sake?” She didn’t answer. “I think I’ll have some wine, myself.” He considered, taking a decanter from the small table in front of the couch and pouring a glass of deep red.
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