POV: Nathan

My empathic curse was screaming. The emotions of the bomb plotters crashed through my consciousness like waves. Fear mixed with righteous conviction. Determination edged with fanaticism. The absolute certainty that what they were doing was necessary.

I tracked them through the White House. Five military officers scattered across different floors. Each one believing they were saving humanity by killing us all.

"Northwest wing, third floor," I said rapidly. "Two men. ...