Threats from within.

[Exile]

Two days later

[font=Agency FB]Right. Well. Yesterday was horrible. Julie (I'm pretty sure it's Julie by now. Julie something. ) told me she already recieved all the training and more..God knows why she's here now then, but she is.

Well then, yesterday was...New. Psi training. The use of small, alien objects to gain several different benefits. There were about six to seven of us, plus one instructor. The instructor had a...weird look, so to say. Bald, six foot 7, something like that, hazel eyes and the Rheinland Millitary uniform. Some of the trainees started to whisper about a Wilde man, or some kind of thing called 'Incubi' ,whatever that might be.

The man turned around, and started to talk. 'Today, doors will be opened and gates will be sealed for you chosen six. You will learn the basics of Psi-triggered equipment and take the next step in becoming full-bred Spectres. Agents of our will. After todays session, you will all proceed down to laboratry room two where your life will be...enriched.' He stopped talking and looked at us as if he was trying to scan us, find out every bit there is to know about our body. 'You' he said, and pointed at me. 'Come forward'. I approached the instructor as commanded. He turned himself around, back towards the trainees and myself and slowly let his hand glide over a few strange looking objects. They seemed to be made out of some kind of golden, metalic and purple crystal. A few balls (they were round anyway) that glew in several distinct colours, and something that resembled a dagger. His hand stopped moving, and grabbed one of the gold metallic objects. 'You', he began. 'Try to punch through that wall over there'. The small crowd started to murmur, 'how the hell? That's gonna be impossible. These walls are diamond tough.'. I doubted at first too, but then realised, 'Anything for my lords and masters'. I approached the wall, transfered every bit of power I had into my arm's muscles (not all that much..), pulled back, and hit the wall with all the might I could muster.

It hurt. Alot. My hand came to an abrupt stop as I screamed in pain. The small crowd started to whisper again, some chuckled. The instructor looked at the object in his hand which in turn started to give of a deep, constant hum. He looked at me and signaled to take the object. I naturaly did, with the one good hand I had left. 'Grasp it firmly, then punch the wall again with the same hand.' I muttered something along the lines of 'B-bu', but was quickly silenced as the man pointed at the wall. With shivering hands, I once more thrusted my already bruised hand towards the wall and firmly closed my eyes. I felt several layers of plating, some pipes and stone until my hand came to an abrupt end. I withdrew my hand, and stared at it in amasement.
'The object, once trigerred by one such as I', the instructor began 'it can be used by those of your kind.'

I returned the object to him and he commanded me to go to the labratory. The hallway towards the laboratry was covered by incredibly white tiles with blue outlines and bright, white lights as bright as the morning sun of Curacao. I walked into the room which in its own turn was also sterile white. There were three chairs, two filled and one empty. In one of the chairs, strangely, lay Julie. In another lay another man bearing the Rheinland Military uniform.

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