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her, an almost tangible effect on any company. Where once she'd been nothing but a
minor telepath, now every esper ability was hers to call upon, something which was
supposed to be impossible, though no one had even been stupid enough to say that to
Jenny Psycho. Most people had enough sense not to get that close to her anyway.
She respected Owen and Hazel for the power they'd brought to the rebellion, but since
her personality could change from the relatively sane Jenny to the actually disturbing
Psycho in mid-sentence, they'd found it hard to get to know her. They tried to make
allowances. She had, after all, volunteered to be sent into Silo Nine, and Wormboy Hell
was enough to break anyone. It helped that she didn't trust Young Jack either. Possibly
because she didn't like the competition for attention.
She paused for a moment in the doorway, to make sure everyone was looking at her,
then flounced across the room to the only remaining empty chair and sank into it as if it
were a throne. Young Jack Random stayed by the door, falling naturally into an heroic
pose. Jenny ignored him magnificently. "How much longer till we get to Mistworld?"
she said icily.
"Now don't you start," said Owen. "Even with the new drive, it still takes time to get
from one side of the Empire to the other."
"Actually, we've been in orbit around Mistworld for almost twenty minutes,"
Ozymandius murmured in Owen's ear.

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"What?" said Owen, subvocalizing furiously. "Why didn't the ship's AI tell me?"
"You didn't tell it to. It is, after all, nowhere near as complex as I."
"Well, why didn't you tell me we'd arrived?"
"Who, me? I'm dead, remember? Far be it from me to put myself in where I'm not
wanted."
Owen fought down a need to sigh heavily and looked at his fellow team members.
"Apparently we are currently in orbit over our destination. So far, no one is shooting at
us. Hazel, you know these people better than the rest of us. Patch into the comm system
and find out what exorbitant price they're going to charge us for landing this time."
She grunted unenthusiastically and got up out of her chair. It took her a while, and a
certain amount of effort, because of the weight of all the guns she'd loaded herself
down with. She made her way unhurriedly over to the comm panels and put in a call to
Mistport Security. There was only one city and one starport on Mistworld, and that was
Mistport. A wild and woolly place, and very definitely not somewhere you went
without an invitation. As the Empire had found out, to its cost. As Hazel waited more
or less patiently for someone to answer her, Owen looked around him, then stirred
uncomfortably in his chair as he discovered that Jenny Psycho was studying him again.
Her esp made her somewhat aware of the great changes that had taken place within
Owen and Hazel, but it wasn't enough to tell her what those changes were. She sensed
that, in their own ways, Owen and Hazel were just as powerful as she was, and she
didn't seem able to make up her mind as to whether she should be frightened or awed or
jealous. Owen had used that uncertainty to talk her into quietly probing Young Jack's
mind, to see what was in there. To their mutual surprise, it turned out that as far as
Jenny's esp was concerned, there was no one there. Which meant that either Jack had
amazingly tough mental shields, orтАж So far they hadn't been able to come up with an
or they liked. Owen looked away from Jenny's burning gaze. As if he didn't have