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  "The nano-computers change the hormone level they are allowing--and hence the colors those color cells are displaying--when they are exposed to a magnetic field of a certain strength."

  Logan burst out with "Damn it, Lily, are you sure?"

  She nodded. "Jack and Ken Norton have extensive files. They're very strong telepaths as well as having many other talents on a lesser level. Both can use telekinesis. Psychokinesis, more commonly referred to as telekinesis, is the ability to move things or otherwise affect the property of things with the power of the mind. Of all psychic abilities, true telekinesis is the rarest--and the most difficult to control. I know because I have some small talent--nothing like theirs. And I believe Briony must have this talent as well. Not only did both men test strong in that area, they were enhanced even further. They've apparently had the ability to communicate telepathically from the time they were toddlers."

  "Let's go back to the ability to change skin color into camouflage," Logan said. "If they need a magnet to control the nano-computers, do they carry it? And if hormone levels trigger the capability, how can they keep from revealing their mood swings like the chameleon does?"

  "Good question. They're trained with biofeedback, and both men have amazing control. Dr. Whitney implanted an MRI-like device inside both of the Nortons. It radiates the magnetic pattern outwards to the surface of the body. The device responds to a mental signal the brothers first learned in biofeedback training, but because of their extensive talent, it has become second nature to them."

  "If Briony was adopted, how could they do the same thing to her? Surely he didn't have this technology before he adopted her out," Kadan said.

  "The parents took Whitney's money believing he was a grieving husband who had lost his wife. They agreed to educate Briony in the way he wanted and he paid for all medical not only for her but the entire family. Every time she was sick, his doctors treated her. Whitney had access to her the entire time. And I believe he still does. They use his doctor when she's ill. She has a lot of trouble due to the fact that there's no respite for her from the continual assault on her senses. Quite frankly I'm surprised she's survived this long without a breakdown."

  There was a small silence as the enormity of the implications sank in. Ryland pulled Lily into his arms and buried his face against her shoulder. "What impact will all this have on any children?"

  "I don't know. I don't know what he's done to any of the rest of you. And I sure don't have a clue what would happen if Jack Norton and Briony Jenkins have a child together. The one thing I can say for certain is that it will affect the baby." Lily placed both hands protectively over the small rounded evidence of her pregnancy.

  "If Ken Norton carries the same genetic code," Kadan said, "why is it so important to Whitney that Jack, not Ken, meet up with Briony?"

  "I'm guessing the pheromone reaction is specific to one man and one woman. I haven't run across a mention of that in the files yet, but there is no other explanation. Dr. Whitney"--deliberately Lily distanced herself from the man she'd known all her life as her father--"is looking for a second-generation soldier and wants Jack Norton and Briony Jenkins to provide him with one. With their enhanced olfactory systems, the chemistry between them would be zinging off the charts."

  "Well," Logan said, "he looked to the wrong man. No one controls Jack Norton. He's a dangerous man and Whitney made the mistake of making him more so."

  "Maybe so, Logan, but if what I suspect is true, he wouldn't be in control, he'd be at the mercy of his body's demands--and so would Briony," Lily explained.

  "How is it going to help the Nortons to change skin color when they're wearing clothes?" Flame asked pragmatically.

  Lily sent a small, wan smile in her direction. "I forgot to tell you about the 'smart' shirts Georgia Tech developed to monitor soldiers and patients for medical problems. The Natick Soldier System Center in cooperation with Crye Precision developed the MultiCam Multi Environment Camouflage system. Companies have a line of personal clothes as well as combat clothes. The hottest thing is microscopic mirrors sewn into the fabric to reflect the environment around them. You'll never guess who is testing these clothes."

  "Jack and Ken Norton," Flame said. "Of course. And Whitney had to pull some strings to make that happen."

  "Whitney seems very adept at pulling strings," Kadan agreed. "You're right. He isn't alone in this."

  CHAPTER 7

  "You're pregnant."

  Briony stared at the doctor in shock. "That's impossible. I'm on birth control pills. You prescribed them yourself." She detested the man; the way he looked so reptilian, she often thought scales would erupt all over him at any moment. He had the coldest smile, almost a smirk when he looked at her. She didn't trust him--had never trusted him. Even as a child, she had wanted to run screaming from the room whenever he entered. When she left the office, she was going to go out to the car and wring Jebediah's neck for calling him. She'd only agreed to come because she wanted a few answers. This was definitely the last visit she would ever make to Dr. Sparks.

  "You're pregnant, Briony, about eight weeks. Perhaps you forgot to take a pill when you should have." His shark-toothed smile flashed at her, but never once reached his eyes. "The father will be overjoyed."

  A shadow slid into her mind. Her body went into alert mode--she felt the alarm shooting through her, but she maintained her shocked look and swung her leg back and forth in agitation. "Tony? I'm sure he will. He's wanted to marry me forever and this will be his big chance. My brothers will all get out shotguns and side with him."

  For the first time his smirk slipped. The eyes grew even colder. "Tony?"

  She shrugged, trying to look casual. "One of the tiger trainers. We've had a steady relationship for a while now." She looked him straight in the eye, determined to carry off the lie just to see his reaction, because something wasn't right and she had a very bad feeling that she was in more trouble than just being pregnant.

  Pregnant? Was it really possible? Was he lying to her? She was sick all the time, unable to keep any food down. He didn't feel as if he was lying, but she never could tell with the doctor, almost as if his mind was shielded from hers.

  Sparks cleared his throat. "I thought you told me you couldn't stand to be touched and doubted you'd ever have a relationship. Has that gotten better?"

  She rubbed her temples. Funny, with the doctor she didn't get pain, but a strange buzzing noise in her mind always persisted when she was close to him. "The exercises helped a lot and I've been working with biofeedback and meditation." That part was true, but no amount of meditation would free her from pain enough to allow a close relationship with anyone other than maybe Jack--and she wasn't going to ever think about trusting him with her heart again. She tried a small smile, pursuing the lie. "For some reason, when I'm with Tony, it's not nearly as bad, although I don't know about marrying him."

  "Will you want to keep the baby then?" Dr. Sparks asked, watching her closely.

  She fought back her first reply. Of course she was going to keep her baby--she wanted the baby, even if its father was a complete bastard. She was quite capable of taking care of a child on her own. She shrugged again. "I'll think about it. I hadn't thought in terms of having a baby right now--or ever for that matter. My brothers are going to go psycho on me and Tony will lose his mind too, all wanting me to do the right thing and marry, so I'm not going to say anything to anyone until I decide."

  Dr. Sparks turned away from her and opened a cabinet. "Let me know, Briony, and I can certainly help you with whatever you decide. In the meantime, you'll need prenatal care, just in case you decide you want to keep the child." With his back to her, he glanced over his shoulder, busying himself with a syringe. "Did any of your brothers come with you? Perhaps if I spoke to them they'd understand that it would be difficult for you to remain in a relationship for any length of time."

  "No, I came alone." She had no idea why she lied. Jebediah drove her, afraid she'd be too sick to stay o
n the road, or--more likely--afraid she wouldn't actually see the doctor. Her eyes were on Sparks's face as he turned, and her heart jumped with fear. His reptilian features seemed nearly alien, twisting with a kind of fanatical glee as he approached her with the needle. Briony drew back. "What's that for?"

  "Vitamins, for you and the baby. You look a bit pale to me. You don't want birth defects if you decide that you're going to have the child after all."

  She inhaled and knew immediately there were no vitamins in the syringe. "Back off, Dr. Sparks, I'm not getting a shot of anything." She was in danger, every sense on full alert. Adrenaline flooded her body, rushing through her veins with certain knowledge.

  "Don't be silly, my dear; this is necessary and it's just a small stick. You've had stitches and far worse than this."

  "Maybe, but I'm leaving now without a shot. If I need vitamins, I'll get them the old-fashioned way--over the counter in pill form."

  Dr. Sparks raised his voice. "Luther, will you come in here, please?"

  The door burst open and Luther blocked the only exit. He was big, and Briony knew immediately he was enhanced. Maybe it was his scent, but more likely she simply sensed the enhancement in him the way she had in Jack. Briony inhaled sharply and found herself frowning. There was something about Luther that repelled her.

  "Sit still, Briony; we don't want to make this harder than necessary," Dr. Sparks said smoothly, still smiling at her.

  Luther grinned at her.

  The ape and reptile, she thought a bit hysterically.

  Briony held up her hand as if to ward off the doctor, her gaze on Luther, mind racing to figure a way out of the room. "What exactly is that? And don't tell me vitamins. What's going on?"

  "I can't have you running out and getting an abortion. I think we'll just calm you down until you're more reasonable." Sparks stepped closer.

  "I'm more than reasonable," Briony said. "I don't understand." She lowered her hand as if in surrender, but kept her gaze on the huge man in the doorway.

  "That's a good girl."

  "Incubator you mean," Luther said with a little smirk. "I even volunteered to be the donor."

  Dr. Sparks glared at Luther. Briony kicked out hard as Sparks turned his attention from her. She wrenched the syringe from the doctor's hand as he went down, screaming, clutching at his groin.

  The smirk fading from his face, Luther rushed her, leaping over the doctor, his arms outstretched to wrap her close. She was grateful for her smaller size--one that allowed her to perform all kinds of aerial tricks, and to slip through small spaces. She used the gurney to kick off of, going up and over the arm reaching for her, and stabbing at Luther with the syringe. She couldn't push the plunger to release the liquid--liquid she was certain was a knockout drug--but she managed to complete a full somersault in the air and kick out, going feet-first through the window. She protected the baby with one hand and her face with the other, although her feet pushed most of the glass out onto the street.

  She landed in a crouch, and was up and running toward the parking lot. Luther was too big to get through the window, but strong enough to smash the frame out. She heard him swear as he hit the pavement.

  "Start the car, Jebediah," she yelled, putting as much urgency and command into her voice as she could.

  Fortunately Jebediah, sitting in the driver's seat, threw his newspaper, started the car, and pushed open the passenger door.

  "Go! Go!" She ordered, gesturing with her hands, running at top speed toward the car. She dove into the seat as he pulled away from the curb. Slamming the door, she glanced back to see Luther racing toward a vehicle with two men in it. He had a gun in his fist and fury on his face. "Hurry, Jeb! He's coming after us. He's got a gun."

  Jebediah didn't ask questions, but reacted the way she knew he would, grim-faced, driving like a pro, turning off the main street the minute he could and taking a back route through narrow streets toward the circus grounds.

  "What the hell's going on, Bri?" Jebediah demanded when they were racing down the highway.

  "Sparks tried to drug me," she said. "I don't know what he wants, but it has something to do with the baby." She pressed both hands over her stomach.

  He glanced at her sharply, shock written on his face. "The baby? What baby?"

  "I'm pregnant."

  "You can't be pregnant. You're never with anyone. Where the hell have I been? And why would Sparks drug you for your baby? Look in the small compartment under my seat and get out the gun and ammo. Hurry, Bri."

  "I don't know, Jeb, but he asked me if you were with me and I had the feeling you would have been in danger too." Briony found the gun and hastily slammed the clip in. She handed it to her brother. There was a certain comfort in being swamped with his emotions. There was no doubt Jeb loved and wanted to protect her. "Something isn't right about my adoption and the story they gave Mom and Dad. I think whoever these people are, they murdered Mom and Dad as well." She kept her gaze glued to the back window. "Because of me."

  Jebediah's jaw tightened. "Whoever murdered Mom and Dad is responsible, Bri, certainly not you, and I never want to hear you even imply that again. They loved you every bit as much as they did all of us. There were no regrets adopting you. None whatsoever, not for them and not for us. Damn it, Briony." He hit the steering wheel with the flat of his palm. "I should have picked up on this. You knew something was wrong. You always knew. I didn't want to know." He swore again. "How many with guns back there?"

  "I only saw the man Sparks called Luther with a gun, but Sparks probably has one as well. I've always detested that snake. He gave me the birth control pills. All my medications came through him, not a pharmacy. How can I get pregnant on birth control pills? Doesn't that bother anyone but me? Why would a doctor fly in to see me every time I managed to catch a cold?"

  "You didn't get colds, Briony. You've never had one in your life; that's why I was so worried about you being sick now. You don't get the flu and you didn't get childhood illnesses. Mom and Dad agreed to allow Whitney's doctor to have your full health care. That was part of the adoption agreement, and I've always insisted because you're so different and another doctor might not be able to treat you adequately. Sparks knows your history--knows how to treat your special circumstances." All the while he talked to keep her calm, Jebediah drove through the streets with the precision of a race car driver, the gun at his hip.

  "And that's another thing. Why am I so different? He knows my history all right, a lot more than he ever told us."

  "Both Whitney and Sparks said you have a form of autism, that's why you can't connect with people."

  "I connect, Jebediah. I love you and Mom and Dad and the other boys. You know I do. I feel pain when I'm too close. I can tell what you're thinking, not exactly, but your emotions. Right now you're afraid and feel guilty and you're really pissed off because Sparks tried to kidnap me. You think you should have seen the danger a long time ago."

  "Well, I should have." He spun the wheel and took them onto a dirt road out away from the city. "I've got a few connections, Briony. I'll see what I can dig up on Sparks and Whitney both. Mom and Dad kept all the original papers pertaining to your adoption in the safe in the trailer. We can take a look and see if anything in the papers will help us sort this out. And who the hell got you pregnant? I didn't know you went out on a date."

  She shrugged, careful to avoid meeting his eyes. "I was curious, thought I couldn't get pregnant, and slept with a hot guy just to see what it was like."

  "That doesn't sound like you. Who are you protecting? Tony? Randall? Which one? They have to assume some responsibility."

  Briony burst out laughing. "Do you know how ridiculous that sounds when we have someone trying to drug and maybe kidnap me? The big man called me an incubator." She closed her eyes briefly. "He said he volunteered to be the donor."

  Jebediah hit the steering wheel with the flat of his hand. "This doesn't make sense, Briony. What do they want with you?"

  "My dif
ferences maybe. Jack Norton told me that Whitney is supposed to be dead, that he was murdered last year, but we were still sending updates to him, and Dr. Sparks still came as well. Remember, last year when he told me it was so important to work harder on my water skills? And right after Mom and Dad were murdered, they ordered me to go to Colombia for something stupid. I refused. It was the first time I ever refused them anything, but I couldn't function after finding the bodies."

  Jebediah glanced at her. "I was afraid for you. You were nearly comatose. Of course I told them no. And later, when we did the water training, you nearly drowned staying under water so long. I was a wreck. Why the hell didn't I question any of this? What was wrong with me?"

  "Mom and Dad allowed the training; you wouldn't ever question their judgment. A better question would be why was my training so important to them? They want me for something, Jebediah." Her hand massaged her stomach. "Or my baby."

  Her brother shot her a sharp glare. "And what would Jack Norton know about Whitney? You aren't corresponding with him or seeing him, are you?"

  "I don't have a clue where he is and haven't seen him since he left Kinshasa. We talked a lot, that's all."

  "He's not a man you want to be around, Briony," Jebediah cautioned.

  "I thought he was your friend."

  "Men like Jack Norton don't have friends. We know one another. I respect him, but he's dangerous and I don't want him anywhere near you."

  "I've never understood why you use that word whenever his name comes up. Does it mean he suddenly erupts in rabid rages and shoots people? I'm already pregnant; it's not like he's going to want to have mind-blowing sex with me."

  Jebediah winced. "The last thing any brother ever wants to hear is that his sister is having mind-blowing sex. Geez, Bri." He pulled through the gates of the circus "town" and drove straight to their trailer. He signaled her to stay put and got out, leaving the car running as he surveyed the area around them. "Slide into the driver's seat and if I don't come out of the house in one minute, take off. Get away from here, and call this number." He scribbled a telephone number to the United States on a torn napkin. "Don't trust anyone else."