*This was the part of his job he disliked the most. The constant testing. The checking of his abilities. While he knew it was necessary and would help the soldiers under his command, it was still a time consuming process that took him away from more important endeavors. As he answered the preliminary questions, his mind was further away.*
*The Den was coming along nicely. The shifters and agents that had made it home had functioned nicely as a group. He still had hope of enticing the others into the agency, but one out of 3 wasn't too bad for a start. Of course, the eldest Ryann had functioned as an agent for a long time, now it was simply made legal and official. He'd take it.*
*Tieran and Larson, from the sporadic updates he was getting, were having fewer issues than he assumed they would. Tieran was antagonistic at best, a downright asshole at his worst. He hoped Larson's calmer demeanor would bridge the gap and provide him another partner team that would risk anything at each other's backs. He needed agents with something to live for.*
*Jerked out of his thoughts as the machine whirred and started the scans, he focused, testing each of his abilities, throwing them out as far as he could. They had agents situated in various places both in the building and in the neighborhood around them. The goal was to test the range of his powers. With practice, all psychic abilities expanded and changed. Practice or some life-defining experience. He had to work at his. Larson? He'd put everything he had into a bet that the agent wouldn't need practice. He just hoped like hell he'd be proven right.*
*Tieran and Larson, from the sporadic updates he was getting, were having fewer issues than he assumed they would. Tieran was antagonistic at best, a downright asshole at his worst. He hoped Larson's calmer demeanor would bridge the gap and provide him another partner team that would risk anything at each other's backs. He needed agents with something to live for.*
*Jerked out of his thoughts as the machine whirred and started the scans, he focused, testing each of his abilities, throwing them out as far as he could. They had agents situated in various places both in the building and in the neighborhood around them. The goal was to test the range of his powers. With practice, all psychic abilities expanded and changed. Practice or some life-defining experience. He had to work at his. Larson? He'd put everything he had into a bet that the agent wouldn't need practice. He just hoped like hell he'd be proven right.*