Project Psychometry X
A New Start
Disclaimer: You've all heard it before; I don't own any of the character created by Capcom. Any Characters such as Mike are my own! Please use common sense, as there will be original characters in this fan fic. You know the rest...
Barry looked into the young man's eyes, still very confused. Looking down at the table he flipped through the folder for the sixteenth time.
"So... Let me get this straight." Barry glared at the boy, "you're Mike Leland?"
"That's what it says in the papers," Mike said, hesitantly.
Barry put a fist under his chin, still unable to believe that this was the same Leland as in the folder. "You sound unsure."
"I am unsure." Mike put a hand on his espresso mug and felt the heat through his gloves.
Barry gave him a questioning look.
"Two months ago I woke up in a hospital with a fractured skull and a hole in my chest. Some guy had been waiting there for me to arise and gave me that file." Mike sighed. "I couldn't remember who I was or where I was at... The doctors said I had amnesia."
Barry took out a paper from the folder and pointed it out to the boy. "According to this, you were part of the most powerful assassin ring in the world. Now, I want to know how a young kid like you ended up in it."
Mike turned the paper back towards Barry and pointed to a small paragraph at the bottom.
Barry read aloud, "Five months of training have resulted in expert knowledge of all martial techniques. Further investigation has exposed possible PSI factor including clairvoyance, personal telekinesis, and advanced psychometry... What does all of this mean?"
"It means I have an unfair advantage."
"What's ~that~ supposed to mean?" Barry was becoming aggravated. When he asked Geneisha if they had any good men that might be willing to help destroy Umbrella he never realized they'd send a teenager.
Mark yawned, seemingly unnoticing his possible employer's irritation. He slowly took off a glove, making sure not to touch anything accidentally.
"Give me your hand," he said, his voice unmoving and confident.
Barry squinted at him and shook his head as if to say "what the hell?"
"Just do it!" This time there was a slight annoyance in his voice so Barry decided not to push his luck.
The middle-aged man put out his hand. Mike turned it palm up with his gloved fingers; he then brushed his right hand over Barry's, barely touching it. For a moment Mike's pupils turned a florescent shade of green then returned to his natural color.
Barry gawked at what he saw but then regained his senses. "What did you just do?"
Mike didn't answer. Instead he avoided Barry's eyes and took a sip of his espresso.
"You're lucky she gave you the gun."
Barry's jaw dropped.
"She saved you didn't she? The girl in the uniform." Mike smiled and reassuringly said, "don't worry, I only grazed you. That's the only bit that came to me."
"You're psy... I mean... That's... Holly shit!" Barry stammered.
Leland rolled his eyes.
Burton's mind was racing with possibilities. The kind of advantage this would give his team... STARS could finally put Umbrella down.
"Um..." Mike pointed to the tip of his mouth, "you're uh... um... drooling."
Barry quickly wiped his mouth and grinned a big plotting grin. He wasn't about to let this one get away. Barry knew that Mike would never join if he knew what they were up against, a world power with man-eating monsters to boot. No... He'd have to lie. For the good of the world!
"I think my team definitely has a place for you."
"Really?! Oh wow, thank you! When should I start?" Mike asked excitedly.
"Um... As soon as possible I guess."
The two males exchanged driving directions and phone numbers. Mike decided that he'd call when he figured out a mode of transportation.
"Sorry to ask a stupid question but what exactly does your team do?" Mike sheepishly inquired while getting up from the table.
Barry, doing the same, looked at his watch and exclaimed, "oh! Damn man, I have to get going, see you soon!"
Before Leland could stop him, Burton ran, literally, out the door.
Mike put a ten under his mug and made his way between the groups of college students and an overtired stripper.
*I wonder what he's hiding...*
Leland shrugged it off, knowing that he had a job! With pay and room and board! Maybe now he could get his life in order and finally figure out his past and why he was almost killed.
Putting on his purple shades he walked out into the sunny street and took a deep breath.
"Things are looking up for me at last."
&&&&&&&&&& You like? I like. ^_~
Just a little teaser to get you interested, I plan to make this story long... and very very enticing. Maybe a couple of romances... Heh heh...
A New Start
Disclaimer: You've all heard it before; I don't own any of the character created by Capcom. Any Characters such as Mike are my own! Please use common sense, as there will be original characters in this fan fic. You know the rest...
Barry looked into the young man's eyes, still very confused. Looking down at the table he flipped through the folder for the sixteenth time.
"So... Let me get this straight." Barry glared at the boy, "you're Mike Leland?"
"That's what it says in the papers," Mike said, hesitantly.
Barry put a fist under his chin, still unable to believe that this was the same Leland as in the folder. "You sound unsure."
"I am unsure." Mike put a hand on his espresso mug and felt the heat through his gloves.
Barry gave him a questioning look.
"Two months ago I woke up in a hospital with a fractured skull and a hole in my chest. Some guy had been waiting there for me to arise and gave me that file." Mike sighed. "I couldn't remember who I was or where I was at... The doctors said I had amnesia."
Barry took out a paper from the folder and pointed it out to the boy. "According to this, you were part of the most powerful assassin ring in the world. Now, I want to know how a young kid like you ended up in it."
Mike turned the paper back towards Barry and pointed to a small paragraph at the bottom.
Barry read aloud, "Five months of training have resulted in expert knowledge of all martial techniques. Further investigation has exposed possible PSI factor including clairvoyance, personal telekinesis, and advanced psychometry... What does all of this mean?"
"It means I have an unfair advantage."
"What's ~that~ supposed to mean?" Barry was becoming aggravated. When he asked Geneisha if they had any good men that might be willing to help destroy Umbrella he never realized they'd send a teenager.
Mark yawned, seemingly unnoticing his possible employer's irritation. He slowly took off a glove, making sure not to touch anything accidentally.
"Give me your hand," he said, his voice unmoving and confident.
Barry squinted at him and shook his head as if to say "what the hell?"
"Just do it!" This time there was a slight annoyance in his voice so Barry decided not to push his luck.
The middle-aged man put out his hand. Mike turned it palm up with his gloved fingers; he then brushed his right hand over Barry's, barely touching it. For a moment Mike's pupils turned a florescent shade of green then returned to his natural color.
Barry gawked at what he saw but then regained his senses. "What did you just do?"
Mike didn't answer. Instead he avoided Barry's eyes and took a sip of his espresso.
"You're lucky she gave you the gun."
Barry's jaw dropped.
"She saved you didn't she? The girl in the uniform." Mike smiled and reassuringly said, "don't worry, I only grazed you. That's the only bit that came to me."
"You're psy... I mean... That's... Holly shit!" Barry stammered.
Leland rolled his eyes.
Burton's mind was racing with possibilities. The kind of advantage this would give his team... STARS could finally put Umbrella down.
"Um..." Mike pointed to the tip of his mouth, "you're uh... um... drooling."
Barry quickly wiped his mouth and grinned a big plotting grin. He wasn't about to let this one get away. Barry knew that Mike would never join if he knew what they were up against, a world power with man-eating monsters to boot. No... He'd have to lie. For the good of the world!
"I think my team definitely has a place for you."
"Really?! Oh wow, thank you! When should I start?" Mike asked excitedly.
"Um... As soon as possible I guess."
The two males exchanged driving directions and phone numbers. Mike decided that he'd call when he figured out a mode of transportation.
"Sorry to ask a stupid question but what exactly does your team do?" Mike sheepishly inquired while getting up from the table.
Barry, doing the same, looked at his watch and exclaimed, "oh! Damn man, I have to get going, see you soon!"
Before Leland could stop him, Burton ran, literally, out the door.
Mike put a ten under his mug and made his way between the groups of college students and an overtired stripper.
*I wonder what he's hiding...*
Leland shrugged it off, knowing that he had a job! With pay and room and board! Maybe now he could get his life in order and finally figure out his past and why he was almost killed.
Putting on his purple shades he walked out into the sunny street and took a deep breath.
"Things are looking up for me at last."
&&&&&&&&&& You like? I like. ^_~
Just a little teaser to get you interested, I plan to make this story long... and very very enticing. Maybe a couple of romances... Heh heh...