SPAT 11
OVER THE ALANTIC OCEAN
Anja and Aricia sat on the bench inside the SPAT, speaking in low whispers with each other. They did not expect the blur of images that came sweeping through their minds without warning. There were only two people on the planet that could access their thoughts so easily and so quickly, and they both groaned loudly at the intrusion by Dysea. She was blocking Martin as she flashed the entire conversation with Helen into their thoughts, the enormity of what had taken place dropping them both to the deck of the SPAT. Their security Spartans sprang to their feet in alarm, befuddled at what could be causing them harm within the confines of the aircraft.
Anuk dropped to her knees beside Anja, reaching for her, "Anja my Queen! What is it?" She gasped. "What is wrong?"
"Dysea…" Aricia gasped loudly her knuckles turning white as she gripped Anja's hand.
"What is happening?" Melancton bellowed.
