Page 9 of Reclaiming Chaos
“She worked in remote viewing. She was the best we had. You could give her anything…a picture, a name, a coordinate, and most times she could tell you what exactly was on the other end of the location.”
“So, she’s what? Psychic?” I asked.
“It’s more complicated than that,” Mr. Russell said and pulled open another door. A narrow hallway branched off into three surrounding rooms. Windows replaced most of the walls. The glass reminded me of viewing areas cops might use behind the one-way mirror. Buttons on the walls were marked volume and speaker.
In one room, a young child was seated at a table with an adult. The adult held a deck of flash cards. In another room, a young woman was blindfolded, and cards were being held up. In the last room, a man had on a headset. The room was dark, and an analyst held a clipboard with a list of questions, and the man was answering.
FT Development was testing abilities.
“Ms. Tate had progressed through the cards and the blindfold and matured to this case study.” Mr. Russell pointed to the room with the man with the headset.
“What exactly is going on in there?”
“Remote viewing.”
“And this is what Carlee did?”
“Yes and no. She mastered this in a matter of weeks. She demonstrated incredible strength in her testing.”
“Explain,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“At first, we believed she wasn’t seeing things accurately. It will be easier if I show you,” Mr. Russell said. He guided me toward a door at the end of the hall, then opened it. He led me down another walkway into more of a square-shaped common area. Here, there were four doors, one on each wall. He led me into one of the rooms.
A table sat in the middle. There were hand-drawn pictures on the wall. Some were painted, and some were photographs that looked to have been taken of everyday places like one might take sitting inside a living room.
Some pictures had faces; others had ornate objects like a street corner with names. No two were the same.
“Ms. Tate would see various things during her remote viewing. She’d tell us of people at the locations, even though we knew there wasn’t anyone there.” He moved around the room and stopped in front of a picture drawn of an older man lying on the floor in front of a fireplace. Even I could tell he was deceased. “Until this picture, we didn’t understand.”
“What am I looking at?”
He pointed to the clock on the mantel in the picture. “This one gave us a time, and it didn’t correspond to the time she was remotely view. It was the first indicator that she was seeing something other than the present. It was obvious that she could see the past and the future.”
“She was predicting something that was going to happen.”
“And sadly, it did. Three days later. Mr. Calhoun passed away from a heart attack and died in exactly that position. She was the first to start making future predictions with total accuracy.”
“So, all of these predictions were coming from her mind, and we all know that’s her property, so exactly what was it that she stole?”
“Before all of this was started, she signed documents stating all research and answers were the property of FT Development. When she ran, she took a book with her.”
If I had to guess, it had a brown leather cover and my picture drawn in the back. Was this Carlee’s way of suggesting that she was trying to help? That she wasn’t the criminal FT Development wanted us to believe she was?
“What kind of book?” I asked.
“A book of predictions that she’d created after her remote viewing sessions. Some predictions in her book, if they were to happen to get out, could hurt our nation as a whole.”
I lifted my gaze to Mr. Russell and away from the drawings. “Why would she take that information? You seem like a man with contacts that could stop those things from happening.”
He shrugged. “The last episode Carlee had before she ran off, she’d been reduced to tears and wouldn’t discuss what she saw. The day after that was when she stole the book with her recorded predictions and ran. So, Mr. Bennett, we need those predictions. It could be a matter of life or death.”
This guy had no idea she’d saved a life yesterday and potentially how important that would be. If what she’d told me was accurate, there was a reason she didn’t trust this Russell guy. What did she know that she wasn’t telling me?
“Was there anyone here that might have wanted to harm her? Anyone who would want to see her fail or suppress her predictions?”
Mr. Russell 's brows dipped, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why would you ask that? She’s the one that ran. If she was scared or if there were problems, we have protocols in place to handle such things. Her supervisor would have brought those problems up through the chain of command, and we would have dealt with them swiftly. Ms. Tate is irreplaceable.”
“And who is her supervisor. I’d like to speak with that person while I’m here.”
