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confidence trick in Mistport. Probably because so many people are desperate to believe
in it. If you weren't with Jack Random, I'd have you thrown in gaol on general
principles. So keep your head down and don't make waves. Is that clear?"
Jenny Psycho's eyes blazed suddenly with an inner light, shining from her face like
spotlights. Loose energy sparked and crackled on the air around her, as her power
stirred within her. Her presence beat on the air like the wings of a giant bird, forcing
them all back. Something lived deep within Jenny Psycho, something vast and powerful
and not necessarily human, and it was awakening. Gideon Steel drew a gun.
Investigator Topaz opened her mouth to sing. And Owen and Hazel threw themselves
on Jenny and wrestled her to the ground. Her power lashed out at them, only to be met
and swept aside by a greater power, as yet unfocused and untrained, but still more than
enough to silence a mere esper who had only been touched in passing by something
greater. Her presence shattered like a smashed mirror and was gone. Owen and Hazel
cut off their power, rolled Jenny over, and pressed her face against the harsh surface of
the landing pad.
Owen sat on her, just in case, and smiled up at Steel and Topaz.
"Don't mind Jenny. She doesn't travel well. Once you get to know her, she's quite
objectionable."
Steel sniffed and put away his gun. Topaz scowled. "Something happened then," she

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said slowly. "I just caught the edges, but you two did something there. There's more to
you than meets the eye, Deathstalker."
"There would have to be," said Steel. "Welcome to Mistworld, people, and keep that
esper on a short leash, or I'll have her muzzled. The man lurking in the background
behind us, and carefully staying out of harm's way, is John Silver, our current head of
starport Security. He'll look after you during your stay, and do his best to keep you out
of trouble, if he ever wants to see his pension. Best of luck in your various missions,
and if anything goes wrong I don't want to hear about it. Don't bother popping in to say
good-bye before you leave. Now, if you'll excuse us, Topaz and I have work to do."
And with that the two of them turned and walked away, disappearing back into the
concealing fog. John Silver glared after them, made a rude noise and a ruder gesture,
and strolled forward to introduce himself with an easy smile. "Don't take it personally;
they're like that with everyone. Mostly with good reason, but that's Mistport for you.
Hello, Hazel, good to you see again."
"Good to see you, you old pirate," said Hazel, grinning, and stepped forward to hug
Silver tightly. Owen was almost shocked. Hazel wasn't usually a touchy-feely kind of
person. He took the opportunity to study Mistport's head of Security. Silver was tall and
broad-shouldered, with sharp-edged youthful features, and wore thick, superbly cut furs
topped with the scarlet cloak of the esper. He wore a simple short sword on his hip, in a
well-worn leather scabbard, but Owen had no doubt the man also had a gun or two
hidden under those furs somewhere. He looked the type. He also looked like he was
enjoying the hug entirely too much. Silver and Hazel finally broke apart and stepped
back to hold each other at arm's length.
"Looking good, Hazel. Robbed anyone interesting recently?"
"You'd be surprised. How the hell did a rogue like you get to be head of starport
Security? That's like setting a starving wolf to guard a flock of sheep."