Chapter 4

A pair of gloved hands grabbed him around the middle.

He turned back into a human form, and the agent abruptly collapsed under his imagined weight. It was purely psychological, because there was no weight or mass here. Fox scrambled up and over to where King stood motionless. The handcuffs had disintegrated from a lack of concentration on the agent’s part, but even unrestrained, King offered no resistance.

“King, come on, we have to get out of here!”

“He’s been Dusted,” Simon said, appearing at his side. “We’re can’t win this one!”

No wonder Fox didn’t recognize what was happening in King’s head. He’d never been in the domain of a dusted mind before. The disconcerting disintegrating aspect made Fox’s head spin. He guessed Simon would know, after the whole thing in South America.

“Does that mean they have his physical body?” Fox asked, the implications making his gut seize in sudden terror.

What if the MindHacks had found the rest of them, too?