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too? Zeven, although not particularly spiritually adept, strongly suspected Mythric Zeon was another of his soul group and there was only one way to find out.
    â€˜So what’s your real name?’ Mythric queried.
    â€˜The president calls me Starman, so that’s my real name,’ Zeven replied. Mythric appeared put off, until Zeven raised the sleeve of his t-shirt to expose his armband. Mythrie smiled broadly as he raised his sleeve to expose the same armband, and then quickly hid it again.
    â€˜I knew it!’ Zeven exclaimed, inspired to meet another member of the Timekeeper’s psychic army. ‘The second you shook my hand, I knew.’ Actually he’d known the second he had walked in the room and seen Mythric standing there.
    â€˜I felt that too,’ Mythric confessed, seeming happy to learn the Juju stones were responsible for the good vibe between them. ‘So you …’ he lowered his voice to a whisper, ‘… have a Power.’
    â€˜And you too,’ Starman concurred, as he stared Mythric back in challenge. With this realisation their excitement cooled and they both sat back in their seats and were notably more guarded.
    Zeven felt Mythric was not so much wary of him, but of anyone who might be listening in — it was a government transport they were seated in after all. So for the rest of the trip, they sat observing each other with smirks on their faces that were impossible to wipe off —wondering how much the other knew, which Power he had and how skilful he was.
    Zeven wondered if Mythric knew they belonged to the same soul group and were bound to support each other in this, and every, life. He couldn’t wait for them to get out of this bloody transport and find somewhere they could speak openly, and he felt sure Mythric was thinking the same thing.
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    The test facility was built inside a cavern system, the entrance to which could only be accessed from inside a vast canyon range, which was hundreds of miles from the closest mining colony.
    Upon disembarking from their transport, Zeven and Mythric were met by the Head of Research and Development, Mr Reg Hunzo. He’d been instructed by the president to give the new arrivals a guided tour, and allow them to look over the prototypes they were developing at the facility — everything from spacecraft, to submersibles, public transport, reconnaissance and recreational vehicles.
    There was one spacecraft in particular that Mr Hunzo was very keen to show the pilot, and as Zeven entered the hangar he recognised the make and model at once. ‘I thought your name was familiar.’ He moved in to take a look at the underside of the vehicle’s wings.
    Mr Hunzo was perplexed by Starman’s less than enthusiastic reaction. ‘This is the —’
    â€˜â€” Hunzo stealth interceptor,’ Zeven finished the sentence, remembering that this vehicle had a major fault. ‘You’re using an experimental self-powering turbine on this one, right?’
    Hunzo was stunned. ‘You’ve read the brief.’
    Starman inclined his head to confirm that that went without saying — it was not the truth, but it might allow for the knowledge he was about to impart. ‘Your new turbine is very powerful, Mr Hunzo, and I fear the lightweight metal of the wings and chassis, combined with an inadequate welding system, means that when this vehicle hits even half its potential speed, it’s going to —’
    â€˜â€” get torn apart.’ Mr Hunzo understood what the pilot was driving at, but shook his head to disagree. ‘We’ve done the math on this, and the design will withstand —’
    â€˜It’s not the plane’s design that I think you’ve underestimated,’ Starman politely cut in, and then realised that what he was about to claim only a math genius could know. ‘But you might have underestimated the amount of power your turbine will