*Logging out, he ran a tired hand over his face. The thing with psychic abilities is that they tended to come in fits and starts. You'd have a great recruitment one year and then nothing for a decade. This year appeared to be the "great year". They'd just passed one class through basic training. They were being sorted according to their control over their abilities. Any that couldn't hack the job, they'd have a meeting with him. They'd have a choice to make, one he didn't like but needed done. In between that, there'd been another pocket of potential future agents located at a small military academy in Oregon, of all places. He'd dispatched one of the senior agents to assess the situation and keyed in that it was being investigated. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, his last meeting for today.* Sauders, have a seat.