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readings off this twister. Man it was insane. Then the most outrageous thing happened.
Well almost as crazy as George, but oh man.”
He stepped in and closed the door. “What happened?”
The man before him grew more animated. “Shit. The twister was coming at us and
then out of nowhere this dude appears on this horse. He jumped over the van and faced
down the twister. It was almost like in the old west where the cyclone was the bad guy
and we were at the O. K. Corral. God it was awesome.”
He feigned disbelief. “That’s amazing. I’d be willing to bet no one believes your
story.”
Jeremy shook his head. “Yeah. It was awesome. Oh, stupid me, what was it that
you needed?”
Wyatt rested his hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. At that moment, a zap of power
passed between them. The boy grew lax and his eyes glazed. Wyatt had complete
control over him. Part of being a Rider was also damage control at times when they
dealt with humans so altering perceptions was par for the course. “I need you to tell me
if you took any pictures, video, or any other evidence of the man or the horse that you
saw.”
“No evidence. We were only focused on the balloon and the experiment.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He nodded. “Good. Now tell me when George will be back in.”
“We’re supposed to meet tonight about six to go over the data we collected.”
“Jeremy, you listen carefully. You don’t feel well at all. You have a bug or you ate a
bad burrito. You’re going to go home and sleep until tomorrow night. You won’t hear
your phone or anyone knocking on the door. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
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“Good. One last thing. There was no rider and there was no horse. All you
remember is the twister coming at you. Then it stopped. Repeat.”
Jeremy repeated everything Wyatt had said. He used a little more of his power and
set the suggestion deep into Jeremy’s brain making sure he didn’t remember anything
about him. Then he let him go. The boy jumped and blinked. “Ahh, Hi. Can I help you
with something?”
Wyatt sighed. “I was looking for George.”
Jeremy clutched his stomach and moaned. “Excuse me. I think I’m gonna puke.
Must have been the burrito I ate this morning.” He rushed past him, opened the door,
and ran into the hallway.
Wyatt examined the weather balloon and some of the charts on the table beside it.
He couldn’t make heads or tails of them. He pushed them aside and walked to the
teacher’s desk. On it, he saw handwritten notes and a journal. He read the latest entry
seeing that George was trying to find a better way to predict storms. Something about
measuring the electrons in the air. He lost interest and scanned the remaining contents
of the desk. He picked up a photograph of a woman because he’d seen her the night
before in the bar dancing with two other men. Her arm was around another woman. He
moved the stack of papers. When he saw the other occupant of the photograph, his eyes
widened. It can’t be. They can’t be one in the same. He sunk into the chair and stared at the
picture. “I can’t do it. I won’t do it,” he said to the empty room.
A blast of air ruffled his hair. “You have to.”
He slipped the picture into his pocket and faced Raul. “And what if I don’t?” He
tried to keep his rising fear of the commander under control. He also sensed his steed’s
presence in the room.
“You were the one who revealed yourself to her. Now to rectify your mistake in
judgment you have to wipe her memory of everything she saw. The boy’s been taken
care of. Good job.”
How could he explain the budding feelings he had for George? He couldn’t just
rub out her memory of him altogether. She was one in a million. Whatever connection
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they had could not be wiped away all because the higher ups didn’t appreciate the fact
he was horsing around. “She’s special. I don’t know how to explain it. You can’t make
me erase her memory.”
Raul stepped forward. The muscles twitched in his jaw. He slammed his hands
down on the table where the weather balloon was. “Damn it, Wyatt. This isn’t up for
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