Nathan watched with amusement as Jacobsen begged Anna to allow him to use her image for his marble work. Still, he thought, it seems strange that a Mind Carver would come into this part of the city to find a model. Either he's simply got some strange artists' fascination with the downtrodden, or there's something else going on here. Perhaps a quick probe is in order. But as he reached his mind out toward Jacobsen's, he realized that he wasn't getting anything at all. Not from anyone. Just a strange kind of mental static. He frowned. Nothing like this had ever happened before. He pushed against the static, strained with all his mental prowess. Finally, like a balloon, the static bubble burst, and Nathan did not like what he felt outside.
"Anna! We're leaving! Now!" Anna started, and quickly began to go to him, a little frightened by the raw panic she saw on his face, heard in his voice. He never showed such emotion. But Jacobsen grabbed her arm.
"No, please! You must help me!"
Nathan strode forward, eyes flashing, just as Anna wrenched her arm free. The psionic jolt lifted Jacobsen and slammed him back into the bar, cracking both wood and bone. The wake of the jolt shattered the marble block. Jacobsen moaned where he lay, as shocked onlookers gasped and stepped back. Nathan took Anna's wrist and began to quickly walk to the door, but he was too late.
A dozen or more Owls burst through the doorway, weapons at the ready. Several in the crowd screamed, and panic began to take hold. Nathan pulled Anna toward the back, but stopped. He could sense three Enforcers waiting that way, along with more Owls. He turned back, cursing, just as one of the Owls that had burst in stepped forward and spoke.
"We're here for Nathan Jung. Produce him, and you all go free. Resist, and you'll be arrested."
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