Psion Beta (Psion series #1)
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Sammy, a 14-year-old fugitive, accidentally discovers he has the powers of a Psion.
Plucked off the streets, he is thrust into the rigorously-disciplined environment of Psion Beta headquarters. As a new Beta, Sammy must hone his newfound abilities using holographic fighting simulations, stealth training missions, and complex war games. His fellow trainees are other kids competing to prove their worth so they can graduate and contribute to the war effort.
But the stifling competition at headquarters isolates Sammy from his peers. Learning to use his incredible powers is difficult enough, but when things go horribly wrong on a routine training mission, he must rely on the other Betas to stay alive.
The Silent War is at a tipping point; even one boy can be the difference.
But to do so, he must survive.
Fighter, I think. Anyway, Kobe, he’s the one I just mentioned, he got really mad and blasted Kaden across the room. Kaden did it right back. By the time the commander got there, they’d caused a ton of damage and the cops were dragging them to jail.” Sammy and Brickert both laughed with Al. “Can you show us what it is we . . . can do?” Sammy asked Al. “Sure. What do you want to see?” “Anything,” Brickert said. “Okay,” Al answered, and then, after looking around, pointed to Brickert’s
did care about, and quite passionately, was his steady ascent in the ranks on his per-stats. He was at least fourth now in every category. At the conclusion of each training session, he checked his stats, priding himself when he climbed another spot. He hadn’t forgotten his goal to become number one in everything. Saturdays and Sundays were his favorite. He loved the Game. In the Arena, it was almost like being back in the grocery store. The competition swallowed him up, and he forgot all his
his eyes caught hold of something just as the helmet covered his face. Help had arrived for Al, and she was beautiful. For about five or ten minutes, Sammy could not tell for sure, he lay in darkness hoping that his team had managed to pull out the win. He found out the answer as soon as his helmet lifted. Al pulled Sammy up to his feet, smiling broadly. Natalia ran up and hugged him, screaming, “You did it! On your first try! We won! We won!” “Yes!” Sammy shouted, pumping his fist into the
reached her feet. They walked down the stairs together in silence. Stopping in front of the girls’ dormitory, Jeffie opened the door and leaned against it, looking at Sammy with the same funny look. What is she trying to do? Read my mind? “Well . . . good night,” he said lamely, wondering what he else was supposed to say. Jeffie smiled mysteriously, “Good night, Sammy.” He was puzzled. The “good night” part of their late night talks had never been this awkward. Was it because he had told her
he’d already had, but tears dripped down his nose as he knelt down on the floor, supporting his weight with his hands. He’d done what no one believed was possible. He was exhausted, but he was happy again. He was free. I did it! Over two months of hard and focused exercise and hundreds of hours spent in the room with Aegis and Thirteens—the training and fighting and reviewing footage—all for this moment. I DID IT! For several minutes, he knelt in silence. The emotional shock finally wore off