*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.
*Pulling the manila file from his desk, he flipped through it* I see you started in the Marines. You have decent scores on tactical, you follow directions easily. However, you haven't mastered your abilities as well as they need to be in order to be sent into the field as a Psiforce agent. *Lacing his fingers together, he watched the male duck his head* It happens. Now, we can take you on and give you further training. You'll start at a desk job, and monthly testing will establish your level of improvement. Eventually you may or may not make field, but you'll be here, with others like yourself.
*As he asked what the other option was, Mack sighed heavily* The other option, based on your scoring is to siphon your abilities. You'll be "normal", however you figure that. You'll get a recommendation to the US Special Forces, where your general skills will be used in the field. It's not an option we'd choose, as potential agents are few and far in between, but for some, they need that action immediately and aren't willing to wait on a possibility when they could get a surefire bet.
You head home, think it over. Tomorrow, we'll see where you stand. *As Sauders headed through the door, he flipped on the secured radio that broadcast from the various Psiforce headquarters around the world. Listening to the coded conversations, he breathed a small sigh of relief. His plan to send a new team into the Kerguelen Islands situation wasn't an entirely popular one. The other generals had wanted a more seasoned duo to be in the line of fire. He however, had faith.*
*The two may yet be brought up on attempted murder charges before it got sorted, but his abilities were rarely wrong. The last team had been ill-matched, but something told him Larson and Tieran would beat the odds. Course, he'd likely end up with a migraine the size of both of them, but he stuck to his beliefs. A tactical team comprised of two people that had something to lose kept the situations under control, and kept collateral damage at a minimum. They were all rogues, of a sort, but he didn't need any more damn loose cannons.*
*Satisfied that no one was stepping in on his jurisdiction, he twisted the switch, the room going silent once more. Eyes skyward, he muttered to himself* Don't let these two knuckleheads screw this up, if at all possible. I can't handle another ulcer.
*As he asked what the other option was, Mack sighed heavily* The other option, based on your scoring is to siphon your abilities. You'll be "normal", however you figure that. You'll get a recommendation to the US Special Forces, where your general skills will be used in the field. It's not an option we'd choose, as potential agents are few and far in between, but for some, they need that action immediately and aren't willing to wait on a possibility when they could get a surefire bet.
You head home, think it over. Tomorrow, we'll see where you stand. *As Sauders headed through the door, he flipped on the secured radio that broadcast from the various Psiforce headquarters around the world. Listening to the coded conversations, he breathed a small sigh of relief. His plan to send a new team into the Kerguelen Islands situation wasn't an entirely popular one. The other generals had wanted a more seasoned duo to be in the line of fire. He however, had faith.*
*The two may yet be brought up on attempted murder charges before it got sorted, but his abilities were rarely wrong. The last team had been ill-matched, but something told him Larson and Tieran would beat the odds. Course, he'd likely end up with a migraine the size of both of them, but he stuck to his beliefs. A tactical team comprised of two people that had something to lose kept the situations under control, and kept collateral damage at a minimum. They were all rogues, of a sort, but he didn't need any more damn loose cannons.*
*Satisfied that no one was stepping in on his jurisdiction, he twisted the switch, the room going silent once more. Eyes skyward, he muttered to himself* Don't let these two knuckleheads screw this up, if at all possible. I can't handle another ulcer.