Predatory Game (41 page)

Saber shook her head. “I have no idea.”

“I studied your file. You’re unique. I’ve never run across anyone else like you, with your talent, so this would be such a gift to the GhostWalkers if you could actually use electrical currents. There’s so much I could teach on manipulating cells for wounds. This could be historic…” She broke off. “I’m sorry. I get carried away sometimes. You must be really frightened thinking about trying it on Jess.”

“It terrifies me,” Saber admitted. She still found it hard to trust Lily—to trust
anyone.
“No one has any idea if it will work or even how to do it.”

The thought of Jess without his wheelchair was scary. She hadn’t realized how much she relied on that chair to keep her safe. She’d seen glimpses of the real Jess Calhoun, confident and skilled, a warrior, a SEAL, a GhostWalker. He would demand she give everything and he’d give just as much. What if it worked? What if it didn’t? She could barely breathe she was so close to panic, and that was simply—unacceptable.

“If you want to try with me here, I’ll be glad to help monitor him,” Lily offered. “I’m not sure how much help I’ll be, but we can talk about it as we go.”

Saber twisted her fingers together and tried to look calm. “That sounds best. Then, if he goes down, you can get us help fast.” Her eyes met Jess’s. “You’ll have to have your legs stretched out.”

“That small couch is a futon. I rest in here sometimes,” Jess said.

“Is that what you do when I think you’re hard at work?” Saber said, trying to inject a light note into the situation.
She
was liable to have a heart attack before they were through she was so scared.

As Saber pulled off the cushion to unfold the frame, she heard Lily rattle papers. “While she’s fixing up the room, Jess, I may as well let you know we got the identities of three of the four men who attacked your sister. The fourth man is a ghost. He’s dead. I mean he was listed as dead before he ever arrived in Sheridan. The other three were all army, just as you suspected. And the ghost was a Ranger. Special Forces. He took the psychic exam, but didn’t pass it. Didn’t score any psychic ability. He was supposedly killed in Afghanistan.”

“I’ll bet that was the one they called Ben.”

“Ben Fromeyer. Supposedly deceased a couple of years ago,” Lily said. “But here’s the really interesting thing, at least to Ryland. Two of your dead men served under Colonel Higgens before he was killed. Higgens is the man who tried to have Ryland and his GhostWalker team destroyed. We thought he murdered Whitney.”

Jess noted that once again, Lily distanced herself from her father. “Higgens was selling secrets to other countries. Conspiracy, treason, espionage, murder—the man was a real piece of work.”

Lily nodded. “Ryland thought he stopped him.”

“But maybe Higgens was just a cog in the wheel,” Jess mused. “And it’s been moving right along ever since.”

“That’s what Ryland thinks. He wants to discuss this with General Rainer.”

“He can’t until Rainer is cleared. You know that, Lily.”

“He won’t. But in spite of the circumstantial evidence, Ryland doesn’t believe the general is involved.”

“Ranier’s army, and he was a good friend of Whitney’s.”

“I know. I know that. But Peter Whitney never sold out his country. Higgens wanted him dead because he found out about the espionage ring. That part was very real. Whitney faked his death and went underground so he could continue with his experiments, but you can bet he’s still got every single government contact he had before.”

“Does that include General Rainer?”

Lily shook her head. “Absolutely not. The general has been very good to the GhostWalkers. Without him, Ryland’s team would be on the run.” She looked past Jess to Saber. “Saber is ready, Jess, if you really want to try this.”

Jess didn’t make the mistake of hesitating. One look at Saber’s face told him she was ready to run. He pushed his chair close to the futon and locked the brakes so he could shift onto the open bed. Saber handed him the two pillows that he kept on the shelf in the frame, and he stretched out, positioning his legs so Saber could touch them easily.

She sank down beside him and tangled her fingers with his. “Are you certain? Very certain you want to try this?”

He could feel her trembling and raised her knuckles to his mouth. “I need to do this, Saber. If there’s a way I can walk again, then I have to try.”

She took a breath and let it out, glanced at Lily, who nodded encouragement, and moved down to the end of the futon where she could circle Jess’s ankle with her fingers. His skin was warm, so the circulation was working. She had to calm her mind, put away any possibility of mistakes, and listen, find his rhythm and hear what was happening in his body.

In actuality, it was more than hearing—Saber
felt
the movement of blood. Felt the way everything worked, as if it were her own body, as if they shared one skin, much like it felt when Jess made love to her. That same breath. The euphoria. He was so strong, inside and out.

She moved one hand up his leg to his calf, trying to feel the electrical pulse, that field of energy always present. She had to map the electrical properties of the damaged cells. She could identify them and keep the map in her mind, one of her greatest gifts. Lily and Eric had believed that with the DNA Whitney had given Jess during the genetic enhancement, and with the new drug accelerating cell repair, they would be able to stimulate the damaged nerves to work, but clearly the damage was far too severe.

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

She moistened her lower lip with her tongue, the only sign of nerves. “Obviously, Jesse, I’m in uncharted territory. If the damaged cells had been usable, physical therapy would have been enough along with the other things Lily and Eric have tried, but the therapy failed. Before I can stimulate new nerves to grow, I’ll have to get rid of the damaged ones.”

Jess linked his fingers behind his head. “That makes sense.”

She flashed him a brief, tentative smile. “I’m glad you think so. And I sure hope you’re right about Dr. Whitney, because I’m using everything he said in that file. According to him, many areas of the body have their own built-in programs for regrowing themselves if they’re damaged. To heal myself, or someone else, in theory, all I really have to do is trigger one of those programs and the body will do the rest.”

“Let’s do it then.”

Saber sighed. She’d said “in theory.” He had chosen to ignore that part. To trigger the program she needed to send a steady stream of electrical signal to the right place at the right time. The body’s own biological regrowth program for that particular area would take over and do the rest. It sure beat trying to micromanage the regrowth process herself—that is, if Whitney was correct in his findings. She could just watch it kick in after she jump-started it.

“Come on, Saber, let’s do this.”

She scowled at him. “You know this isn’t quite as easy as you want it to be. For one thing, aside from having never done it, I have to learn all kinds of little details. I have to be careful when healing wounds to apply the electrical current in the right direction. If I blow it, the wound would open up instead of close. This is going to take a little time until I figure out what I’m doing.”

He rubbed his hand up and down her arm. “I’m sorry. I know it’s going to work, Saber. If you do this, I’ll be able to walk again.”

“Well, don’t talk to me anymore. Let me visualize this.” Because she was scared now. She’d killed over and over again with the touch of her hand. Now she was going to do something good for a change—if she didn’t blow it and do further damage. And she was going to have to follow Dr. Whitney’s instructions verbatim. He had written that report for her to read, knowing she would read it and retain every word. He had described in great detail what needed to be done and how to do it. First she had to shrivel up the damaged nerve segment, using a targeted burst of electrical current. Then she needed to grow a new nerve segment to replace it.

Growth of new nerves—neurogenesis—took a special application of her skill. Like an artist, she would “direct” the electrical field from one point to another—across the gap where the damaged nerve segment used to be—“painting” where she wanted the new nerve pathway to appear. This would set up an electrical field across the space she was visualizing, and nerve cells would start growing in the direction she had “commanded.”

She started tentatively, and found that for growing neural pathways, a pulsed electrical current worked much better than a steady one. With persistence, she could generate an entire nerve segment. It was an amazing feeling. The nerve cells felt like plants sprouting in her mind; she visualized them that way. Some would push out tentative tendrils that would grow around neighboring cells. Others would retract if they touched other cells.

Once she grew some new nerve cells, she “fired” them repeatedly—just as if Jess were using those nerve cells over and over again, to break them in and to trigger growth of even newer neurons hanging off of them. If she generated more current, it resulted in faster growth of new nerve cells…but she also had to be careful to not overdo it and “fry” the new nerve segment she was creating.

It was an exhausting business, but she grew more confident as she realized the useless tissue and cells were being replaced by healthy muscle and nerves. She concentrated on the most damaged areas, around the bionics where the electrical signals had been severed, and stimulated the growth in those precise muscles and nerves needed to drive the bionics.

Growth of new muscle tissue required a little something, she discovered; it was actually easier than regenerating nerves, but required great precision for long periods of time. If she applied just the right amount of electrical current at just the right place on the edge of the healthy muscle tissue, she would trigger a biological program already built into the body, a program for regrowing new muscle tissue to replace old damaged tissue. She just had to keep the level of current steady to keep the body’s program running and sit back and “feel” it do the rest of the work. It sure beat having to micromanage all the zillions of muscle cells. She was so exhausted, she wouldn’t have been able to continue.

She pulled her hand away from Jess’s legs, aware of the time passage only because she was swaying with weariness. The room had been so silent while she worked, and when she glanced at the monitor, Ryland was watching with his wife.

Jess lay very still for a long while, so long that Saber’s heart began to accelerate. She touched his shoulder. “Are you all right?”

He glanced at her and then at the monitor. “Yes. I feel fine. Just not any different. While you were working my legs were warm, and I actually felt a couple of zaps, but now I’m not feeling much of anything.” He sat up slowly.

Lily smiled at him. “If you don’t see any improvement within twenty-four hours, you should try again. This is amazing, Saber.”

“Only if it worked,” Saber said.

“I’d like to stay and talk, this is really exciting, but I think I’m going to be having a baby here pretty soon.”

“You mean in a few weeks,” Jess corrected.

“I mean in a few hours. If you need anything else, call Eric. I’ll be out of touch for a while.”

Ryland stuck his head around Lily, a grin splitting his face from ear to ear. “We’re having a baby, Jess!”

Jess laughed. “I can see that. Good luck to both of you. Let us know everyone’s all right the minute it comes into the world.”

“I will,” Ryland promised.

Lily blew a kiss to Jess. “Be happy, you two.”

The monitor went dark and Saber flicked it off. She turned to Jess. “I can’t believe she sat there in labor the entire time. I would have been freaking out.”

“I don’t think you freak out much, Saber,” Jess said, catching her hand and tugging until she was back beside him.

“What is it?” She pushed back his hair.

Jess lay back against the pillows, trying to hide his frustration, rubbing his hand over his shadowed jaw to hide his expression when he really wanted to pound his legs with his fist.

“What?” Saber flashed a slow smile as she shook her head. “Did you think anything we did was going to meet with instant success and you’d miraculously stand up and walk? It even took a tadpole twenty-four hours to grow a new tail, and you, my impatient friend, are a lot larger than a tadpole.”

He scowled at her. “You could be a little more sympathetic.”

“Over what? You being a little kid who wants instant gratification?” She leaned over and kissed his nose. “There. It was all out of joint, but I’ve made it better.”

“It’s not better.” He pointed to the left corner of his mouth.

She rolled her eyes, but leaned closer, her lips feathering across his until she found the corner and pressed briefly. “You’re such a baby.”

He pointed to the other side.

Saber caught his head in her hands and kissed the right corner of his mouth and then settled her lips over his. Teasing. Nibbling. Sliding her tongue along the seam of his lips. She felt her stomach tighten, her womb clench with need. It didn’t take more than looking at Jess to want him. Kissing him was incredible. She loved his mouth, hot and sensual and a little ruthless.

His hand moved to the nape of her neck, holding her still, while his mouth took control of hers. His other hand urged her down on top of him. She straddled him and slid her arms around his neck, pressing close to his chest.

He kissed her over and over, deepening each kiss, demanding more and more until she felt as if she was melting in his arms. “If I didn’t say it before, thank you. And if it doesn’t work, thank you for trying. I know you were afraid.”

“If I forget to tell you,” she whispered against his mouth, “I’m very much in love with you.”

“Then marry me.”

She sat up abruptly. “Not that again. Honestly, Jess, you’re relentless when you want something.”

He tugged on a curl. “I can keep you safe from Whitney.”

“Maybe. And maybe you’ll get me pregnant and we’ll have to go underground like Lily. She’s leaving her home in order to keep her child safe.”