[center] [h3][b][color=00ff00]Jack Mallory, X.O.[/color][/b][/h3] [/center]
 
An intrusive thought by someone outside his head.

It didn't feel any different, yet there it was. Was this thought mage sharing his thoughts with the others?

How deep could it go, in his mind? 

Emergency protocols were (supposedly) locked down, needing the right conditions or a code phrase to unlock them. Perhaps not even the thought mage could get that deep?

"Our only bargaining chip we have at the moment is our knowledge. We have to preserve that," Jack said, aloud. "Our survival ([i]and our curse[/i]) depends on that."