*After he'd hung up the phone, he reached for the papers Ayesha had sat down. Flipping through them, he scowled. Leave it to his recruits to find a case that involved exploding manure. While that was likely incidental, the activity on a whole added up to more.*
*Manure could explode, bacteria and gases could do it. Hell, humans had been known to. But paired together less than 200 miles apart? It certainly warranted looking into further. Booting up the desktop he'd refused to exchange for a tablet or laptop like the other agents had, he navigated to the internal search engine for Psiforce, known as PsiFISE.*
*Running a few different search terms, he grimaced. Witnessing the degraded humans and knowing their last moments were of horrified torment, it was more than most could bear. Picking up the recorder to organize his thoughts, he spoke as he read through the search engine results.* Looks like so far there's been two females and one male. If this is supernatural in origin, it's not done. There will be another male. Females are charred, rooms untouched. Consistent with historical documentation of SHC. Male looks as if the process was interrupted. Why?
Throops had manure fires, and plenty of them. What's the power source, and what is in Westfield that is drawing it? Where's the catch? *Letting out a curse, he switched back to the events page for the local newspaper.* Looks like quite a few shotgun weddings. Couple of pregnancy announcements as well. What do you want to bet, they're having an early seasonal crop?
*Switching off the recorder, he opened the personnel files. If it was elemental, it'd be hard to follow up on. Though Elementals normally tried to stick to themselves instead of drawing attention. No, he'd lay bets on demonic. In that case, he had the perfect agents for the job. Would give him a chance to see how well they operated in the field, at the very least, and whether they were capable of remaining under his command.*
*Running a few different search terms, he grimaced. Witnessing the degraded humans and knowing their last moments were of horrified torment, it was more than most could bear. Picking up the recorder to organize his thoughts, he spoke as he read through the search engine results.* Looks like so far there's been two females and one male. If this is supernatural in origin, it's not done. There will be another male. Females are charred, rooms untouched. Consistent with historical documentation of SHC. Male looks as if the process was interrupted. Why?
Throops had manure fires, and plenty of them. What's the power source, and what is in Westfield that is drawing it? Where's the catch? *Letting out a curse, he switched back to the events page for the local newspaper.* Looks like quite a few shotgun weddings. Couple of pregnancy announcements as well. What do you want to bet, they're having an early seasonal crop?
*Switching off the recorder, he opened the personnel files. If it was elemental, it'd be hard to follow up on. Though Elementals normally tried to stick to themselves instead of drawing attention. No, he'd lay bets on demonic. In that case, he had the perfect agents for the job. Would give him a chance to see how well they operated in the field, at the very least, and whether they were capable of remaining under his command.*