“Going through,”she told Hades.
Her phantom body easily passed through the door. The elevator stall was still there, waiting for occupants to enter.
“There’s only one button.”She closed her eyes, ran her hand over it.“This whole place feels very protected—I mean, very monitored. There are many people in this building, all above us. It feels strange, as if most of them don’t know of this place we’re in. Yet, those who know, I feel danger, that they have a different agenda from those who don’t. I also feel nothing below us.”
Her eyes flew open.“Hades,”she continued,“we’re underground.”
I’m experiencing some of your feelings. Are you sure about the location?
“Remote viewing is all about the senses. I’ve to learn to trust what mine tell me. We’re deep below the earth. By expanding my consciousness outwards, I can smell it. Can you where you are?”
Only when you give me the feedback, Elena. I’m not the one remote viewing.
Sarcastic SOB. She closed her eyes again.“I’m changing the universal target of the key to the lobby of this building,”she informed him.
She was getting the hang of TIVRRV—this total immersion virtual reality remote viewing. She was back in the race car, the surroundings “dissolved,” and there was the hum of white noise and car engine.
Out of the car and into the targeted reality.
“Yes, I’m looking at the pedestal with the two bronze horses. We’re exactly where we think we are. And we now have the added bonus of knowing that room is underground.”
Good work, Elena. Checkered flag. Now.
She could choose to ignore his command, but the persistent image of a checkered flag was irritating and also served as a reminder that she wasn’t doing this on her own.
Helen reluctantly disengaged from the scene. On a regular RV session, she’d have taken off on her own to investigate more. Obviously, her present monitor was in disagreement over the importance of that key.
“That key—it holds danger,”she told him. That was the best she could explain about her uneasiness.
I feel your sense of it. I also feel your need to stay and find out more, but we don’t have the time, Elena. We’ll be there in physical reality soon enough and we’ll find out then. We’ll discuss this when you return here. Checkered flag.
She was surprised at the strength of the mental pull of his order. She’d never felt this strong an urge to end her session when her other monitor directed her. That was why many remote viewers kept their trigger codes a secret.
She closed her eyes and she was back in the cockpit of her race car again. Another thought occurred. Return where?“Wait, how do we make sure I return to the VR and not my physical body?”She’d never done it this way before, going back from bilocation—trilocation—into VR.
I’ve thought about it. We have to use our own special trigger code.
She frowned.“What do you mean?”
Remember, our brain waves are in sync when we’re in our VR session. You don’t have a subconscious trigger because you’re already in subconscious.
“It’s going to make me dizzy trying to understand what’s going on,”Helen said in a wry voice. She was beginning to get the idea that Hades had thought about everything long before any questions were even formed in her conscious mind, much less subconscious. Not that she was going to admit that to him.“Tell me what I need to do, Hades.”
Not do. Feel.
Oh no. She shook her head, as if trying to shake away the suspicion that had suddenly emerged from her subconscious.
Yes. Trust, remember?
Part of her was horrified by this man’s ruthlessness. Part of her was fascinated by his cunning. She’d never seen any other operative use NOPAIN as well as T. And against her. Who the hell was this man?
No, not think either. Feel. What were we doing before you bilocated? You have the hand of a naked man between your legs.
Helen shook her head hard. She knew what he was doing. He was making her see herself in VR. Whether he was doing it to her, or not, was irrelevant, because the idea that he had control over her body was enough. He’d cultivated a trigger in her subconscious without her being aware of it. The bastard…the…
You still feel very wet, Elena. Can you feel me touching you? You like it slow, don’t you?
“Stop it,”Helen whispered. She couldn’t possibly get excited at the thought of him doing this to her. How was it that he could turn her on just with words?
