Maya: Come into my room, darling. I'm at the Canfell Hydroponic Farm. Are you still at Ultra Vires?
Dark: No, I'm in the vats below you. I knew you were here, but I didn't know where. I can see your room now, though, and its place in the building.
Maya: Can you free me?
Dark: Not now. There are four Toughs outside your door, guarding it. I can't attack them without arousing the Masters. Soon, though.
Maya: I don't know how I'm doing this. I didn't know I had telepathic powers.
Dark: A good many people have them, potentially. They don't have to have been "changed," as I was. But they usually require development.
Maya: I'm just glad I can, to know that you're here.
Dark: Maya, why are you in pain?
Maya: Nuwell has been whipping me, to try to get me to recant on my expressions of support for the rebel cause.
There was a white-hot explosion in her brain that almost literally seared her mind. Staggered at its impact, she recognized it as the explosion of Dark's sudden anger. Then she was no longer in contact with him.