Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, and when Genetitech is raided he is forced to go onto the run with one of them.
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While the buzzing grew louder, he noticed that it had also changed in quality. Instead of one big clump of buzzing, it was now more spread out. At first he couldn't figure out why this would be, but then hea realized that the gunmen were fanning out in a net like hunters cornering their prey. He hunkered down on his haunches and looked around as best as he could in the low light and discovered that there wasn't much territory between him and the shore. The gunmen's strategy had worked, if Moira didn't come through when he needed to he would indeed be trapped. He could only hope that she was able to circle around and get in positon when he gave the word. The back of his head was prickling from the buzzing, so he turned back toward the nearest gunman and saw that he was only ten feet away. If their plan was going to work, it would have to be now or never.
"Moira, shoot the gunman who you are closest to," he thought.
He had never tried to send a thought out into the world without a specific place to focus on, so he just pictured Moira right in front of him, like they were having a face to face conversation. Nothing happened. The gunman was steadily drawing nearer to Linc and in about thirty seconds he would be right on top of him.
"Moira, shoot one, now," he tried again and he could feel his panic amplify his thoughts.
The gunman in front of him paused for a second and scanned around the woods, almost as if he had sensed Linc's presence. The gunman turned his head and looked right at Linc, who was peaking out over the collapsed tree. Linc froze in place, hopeful that the gunman would look right past him. Unfortunately, the gunman instead raised his weapon and pointed it at him. Linc probably would have stayed there, immobilized with fear, if one of the other gunman had not yelled out in pain. The yell must have startled the gunman in front of him, because his shot went wide and a sticky shocker flew right by Linc's head.
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