want you to feel your natural ability and sense any new ones waiting to be utilized,” she said. “Be patient and just gently check for anything new.”
Neither Brian nor Russell detected any new abilities. When they both informed her of their findings, Brian sensed a twinge of impatience and frustration from Samantha that she quickly squelched. Whoever was working with Samantha was watching intently from behind the mirror on the wall. Brian could sense their interest. It must take a lot of concentration and effort to maintain the Quiet and keep both Russell’s and Brian’s minds blocked. The individual in the other room must not be a level ten telepath otherwise that person would be helping out with the psionic shielding. Brian was careful to keep his own thoughts subdued in order to prevent Samantha from detecting them.
“All right,” she said brusquely. “We’ll proceed with the tests. One of the most common secondary abilities is remote-viewing so we’ll start with that.”
She pulled out a deck of cards from her pants pocket and gestured across the room to the three chairs in the corner. They all gathered in that spot and she held one card up at a time to test whether they could see what was on the side facing her. It turned out that the cards were all basic shapes with a white background. She kept track of their incorrect and correct responses. Unfortunately, it was boring as hell since she insisted on testing them with this particular exercise for what must have been hours.
“We’ve done enough of that for now,” she finally said.
Brian would have been relieved except that he suspected they would move onto something even more tedious.
“Neither of you has shown an aptitude for remote-viewing at this time. We’re going to move onto an exercise to test your telekinetic ability which is a rare talent but fairly common in multipaths,” Samantha said as she put away the cards and placed a single die on the table top. “You will each take three turns in a row and try to roll a one. First, I want Brian to get a glass of water.”
Brian blinked at her in surprise. “But there isn’t any more.”
“Fill up one of the cups with the water from the bathroom sink,” Samantha said crisply.
Brian’s face reddened in embarrassment as he realized how simple a solution that was. He was used to drinking filtered water so it hadn’t even occurred to him. He drank two cups of water before returning.
“You should be able to concentrate better now,” she said to him.
Brian nodded in silent acknowledgment. Samantha had them take turns rolling the die for hours. It must have been late when they finally stopped because Brian felt groggy. Samantha left the room and returned with a box of pizza.
“That’s all the testing we’re going to do for today. You can use the cots in the other room to sleep on,” she said before abruptly exiting.
Brian felt a shift in the psionic barrier ensnaring his mind. He realized that Samantha was retreating and that another individual was taking over with the telepathic block. It took several moments for them to switch. He wondered how many people worked at this facility and where it was located. There must not be too many level ten telepaths or Samantha would have had someone relieve her a long time ago. It must be exhausting work. Russell and Brian dug into the pizza.
“That was so boring. I’m exhausted,” Russell said.
“Me, too,” Brian said.
“Do you think we’re going to become multipaths?” Russell asked.
“I don’t know. Multipaths run in my family and I’m not sure if I want to be one,” Brian said.
“My uncle and my grandmother were multipaths,” Russell said hesitantly. “They’re both gone now. My uncle was a level ten psychometrist and became a multipath when he was in high school. He died a few weeks after he developed new abilities.”
“I’m sorry,” Brian said sympathetically.
“That’s okay.”
Brian suddenly realized he was
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