If there was something here, you’d feel it!’
Standing up again, Béla created an image of the Focal Press on the Phoenix in her mind and superimposed it against the pallets of foodstuffs in front of her. Xxx She closed her eyes and could see her ‘mom’ doing the same thing. “Let’s try another warehouse,” suggested Alicia, quietly, “unless you really, really like tomato soup…”
They both giggled quietly. The pallets, surprising Jackie, suddenly became transparent and now appeared to be on the receiving platform of the ‘imaginary’ Focal Press. “Neat trick!” Jackie whispered. He was wearing a dark colored uniform and seemed to be dressed for combat – heavy vest, helmet, some sort of battery pack on his back (a radio?) and he carried a weapon of some sort.
