Part of Phase Two was ERV, extended remote viewing. No viewer chair was needed. No ideograms were drawn afterwards. The viewer was encouraged to stay out in the ether longer. Helen preferred this. It was more free-form and with her in control behind the wheel, she could set a certain number of laps in order to time herself.
The use of the trigger helped the remote viewer to focus. They could be a camera or a computer, or whatever they desired, as long as they were very good with their choice. For Helen, cameras were too slow and wouldn’t work well in certain areas. She wasn’t that great with a computer. She hated VCRs, could never record right.
A race car was perfect. She could choose her speed, lap as fast as she wanted, or slow down to quietly take in the scenery. And she was very familiar with a car. Hell-On-Wheels, her fellow operatives fondly called her now and then.
All beginning remote viewers needed guidance. It was a safety rope, in case they got lost out in the ether. With T. watching, Hell had allowed a trigger code to be embedded in her subconscious as a way for the monitor to interrupt a session or to call off a target search.
She’d remove it soon, she vowed, as she opened her eyes and looked around the cockpit of her race car. She looked out of the windshield and a checkered flag waved at her mockingly.
How dare he? She wanted a fight and there was no one around to hit. She was so pissed off she could spit nails.
Are you ready for the coordinates?
“I don’t need any stinking coordinates,”she yelled.
She had remote viewed enough times to be able to get to the target by just focusing on the envelope. The coordinates were meaningless anyway; it could be empty for all remote viewers cared. It was the universal agreement of the target point that the envelope represented. But she was too pissed off to explain that detail to her monitor right now. Damn him, damn him. She was still aching for his touch.
Later.
“Fuck you,”she told him off.
Later.
“Don’t ever do that again,”she said fiercely.
You weren’t focusing on getting us into sync. I was just getting your attention back on the job.
“Getting my attention back…”Helen growled in frustration.“There’s the issue of privacy here. I didn’t agree to any sexual harassment in my contract.”
Correction. In the physical realm.
Helen gripped the steering wheel.“Don’t play words with me. You know what I mean, Hades! I won’t let you do this to me.”
Do what?
She bit down on her lower lip. What could she say that wouldn’t put her at a disadvantage? Don’t turn her on again. Don’t make me feel this sexually excited again. A thought occurred.
“Tell me your hand isn’t still in my pants,”she said.
Not physically.
She had a nasty suspicion that he was truly enjoying his control of her mind and body.“Hades,”she warned,“if you don’t stop this right now, I’m going to cut off and return back to VR and then I’m going to find you and kick your little avatar ass.”
Not while we’re in VR, Elena. You can come back but you’ll be back with Kirkland and T. because that’s where your physical body is. You can only come back to me if I let you.
There was a ruthless edge to his voice that she’d never heard before. Helen sat up straighter, frowning as she tried to understand him.
“What do you mean?”she asked.
Think about it. A remote viewer just returns to her physical body. Look at the VR sessions as extended remote viewing, only synchronized. I control you here—your body, your mind. You’re my virtual Elena. And you need to trust me.
“Trusting has nothing to do with what you just did!”
I’ll work on it. Next time I’ll have you in a more comfortable position.
“What!”He was mocking her! Helen couldn’t remember a recent time when she felt this frustrated and aggravated by a male answer. She considered the satisfaction of taking time to pound the dashboard in front of her to bits. She was practically rendered speechless. A wave of pleasure almost shot her out of her seat. His hand was still…“Hades!”
I need you to focus on the envelope now, Elena. Take that spin to our target.
