themselves had been shocked, yet pleased to learn that he was a poly-morph. His much younger sister, Melony, was twelve and also a Talent – a Light Manipulator. He visited her at the School as often as he could get away since neither went home very often.
Most people didn’t know about my past, so I let him do most of the talking. At School I had kept a low profile, not really displaying my full powers. Telepathy was not uncommon but advanced Mind Manipulation, like I was capable of, was extremely rare. Here, at Headquarters with Henri and Erik, they knew exactly what I was capable of; if it unnerved them, they didn’t let it show. Henri had even said that he’d requested me specifically because he’d heard rumors of my abilities.
After lunch we met up with Erik at our designated practice area, Area Thirteen. Today, like every day since I’d been assigned to Henri’s team, we worked on three-way mental communication. This skill was the entire reason Henri wanted me as part of his team. I was able to mentally communicate with each of them individually, but he’d thought I might be able to figure out a way for all three of us to hear each other at the same time.
Ordinarily I would’ve said three-way communication was not possible, but in this case I wasn’t the only one in our group with an unusual Talent for a Hunter. Erik is what Toxic calls a Mimic, meaning that he can mimic the abilities of any other Talent he is physically close enough to. When all three of us are together, Erik is able to mimic my mental abilities, and Henri’s morphing Talents at the same time. This allows me to communicate mentally with both Erik and Henri, and for Erik to communicate with both me and Henri mentally. The final step, the one we’d worked on every day for the past two weeks, was to establish the three-way link. So far, we weren’t having a lot of luck. Henri was becoming frustrated with my lack of progress and Erik’s constant threesome jokes, but he was doing a good job of hiding it on the surface. He was too polite to complain out loud, and too professional to let his disappointment show. Still, I could feel his patience waning with each passing day.
In addition to the mental training, we also trained physically. I typically spent my afternoons at the firing range, practicing with both firearms and a bow and arrow, or learning to control throwing knives. Once a week Erik also taught me how to fence; I wasn’t very good, a fact made more apparent by Erik’s amazing skill, but Henri insisted that it was important for me to train with every weapon available.
After our training that afternoon we went back to the cabin to shower and change .
“ You gracing us with your presence at dinner?” Erik asked as I sat on my bed, drying my hair after my shower.
“Not tonight,” I replied, off handedly.
“We’re way better company then the Director’s son.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” I scowled. I was used to the way that others acted towards Donavon. He wasn’t only the son of the Director of the Agency, but also shares a last name with the founder of the school. Margaret Ann McDonough was his great-great-great-great-great grandmother, give or take a couple of greats.
“Oh Talia, come on now, I don’t need to tell myself that there are plenty of girls who tell me all the time,” he winked at me.
“Erik,” Henri warned, giving him a pointed look.
“What? You know it’s true. The only reason people want to hang out with him is because he’s the Director’s son, and they think that’ll somehow get them favors. Probably the only reason he got into the Hunters; he’s not even that good.”
“Erik. Stop,” Henri said through clenched teeth.
“Is that how you feel about me too? Is that why you wanted me as part of your team?” I rounded on him. I was seething. I might be used to the way that people talked about Donavon, but that didn’t
Most people didn’t know about my past, so I let him do most of the talking. At School I had kept a low profile, not really displaying my full powers. Telepathy was not uncommon but advanced Mind Manipulation, like I was capable of, was extremely rare. Here, at Headquarters with Henri and Erik, they knew exactly what I was capable of; if it unnerved them, they didn’t let it show. Henri had even said that he’d requested me specifically because he’d heard rumors of my abilities.
After lunch we met up with Erik at our designated practice area, Area Thirteen. Today, like every day since I’d been assigned to Henri’s team, we worked on three-way mental communication. This skill was the entire reason Henri wanted me as part of his team. I was able to mentally communicate with each of them individually, but he’d thought I might be able to figure out a way for all three of us to hear each other at the same time.
Ordinarily I would’ve said three-way communication was not possible, but in this case I wasn’t the only one in our group with an unusual Talent for a Hunter. Erik is what Toxic calls a Mimic, meaning that he can mimic the abilities of any other Talent he is physically close enough to. When all three of us are together, Erik is able to mimic my mental abilities, and Henri’s morphing Talents at the same time. This allows me to communicate mentally with both Erik and Henri, and for Erik to communicate with both me and Henri mentally. The final step, the one we’d worked on every day for the past two weeks, was to establish the three-way link. So far, we weren’t having a lot of luck. Henri was becoming frustrated with my lack of progress and Erik’s constant threesome jokes, but he was doing a good job of hiding it on the surface. He was too polite to complain out loud, and too professional to let his disappointment show. Still, I could feel his patience waning with each passing day.
In addition to the mental training, we also trained physically. I typically spent my afternoons at the firing range, practicing with both firearms and a bow and arrow, or learning to control throwing knives. Once a week Erik also taught me how to fence; I wasn’t very good, a fact made more apparent by Erik’s amazing skill, but Henri insisted that it was important for me to train with every weapon available.
After our training that afternoon we went back to the cabin to shower and change .
“ You gracing us with your presence at dinner?” Erik asked as I sat on my bed, drying my hair after my shower.
“Not tonight,” I replied, off handedly.
“We’re way better company then the Director’s son.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” I scowled. I was used to the way that others acted towards Donavon. He wasn’t only the son of the Director of the Agency, but also shares a last name with the founder of the school. Margaret Ann McDonough was his great-great-great-great-great grandmother, give or take a couple of greats.
“Oh Talia, come on now, I don’t need to tell myself that there are plenty of girls who tell me all the time,” he winked at me.
“Erik,” Henri warned, giving him a pointed look.
“What? You know it’s true. The only reason people want to hang out with him is because he’s the Director’s son, and they think that’ll somehow get them favors. Probably the only reason he got into the Hunters; he’s not even that good.”
“Erik. Stop,” Henri said through clenched teeth.
“Is that how you feel about me too? Is that why you wanted me as part of your team?” I rounded on him. I was seething. I might be used to the way that people talked about Donavon, but that didn’t
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