Stupid Test Doesn't Mean a Thing

Chapter 1. A New Regulation

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"Chang, Wufei?" the young-ish man in tweed tentatively enquired from the doorway.

Wufei raised his eyes to him, vexation at being disturbed by some new agent he did not know etched across his brows. He raised one at the nervously shifting young man and tapped the end of his pen on the papers sprawled across his desk, waiting.

Wufei's name was clearly printed across his door in bold gold letters; why this fool needed confirmation of his identity was beyond him. And why he was standing there and not getting to the point was starting to irritate Wufei more than being disturbed in his work was.

"Yes?" Wufei finally hissed.

The tweed clad agent nearly jumped out of his skin. "I am the psychologist newly employed by the department," the young man began. Perhaps he had thought that this introduction would be enough.

When it became clear, by Wufei's unwavering glare, that it wouldn't matter if he were the new acting director of the Preventers the young man continued, "I'm having sessions with field agents as part of the new Preventer regulations passed just last week."

Wufei's glare intensified at the word.

'Sessions'!?

"If you could," the young man stuttered and cleared his dry throat, "If you could, Mr Chang, I'd like to meet with you now. Her Ladyship was very adamant that I interview special agents, like yourself, a.s.a.p."

"There was a memo about this," the shrink added as an after thought.

Wufei's glare continued to penetrate him for a moment longer before Wufei dropped his pen on his paperwork and his hand riffled though stacks and stacks of papers in the in/out boxes on his desk. Wufei averted his gaze for a moment until he pulled out the offending piece of paper, one marked 'Memo: Field agents assigned to reviews with psychologist starting Monday.'

Wufei quickly scanned the document then turned his eyes back to the psychologist. A frustrated growl was lodged in his throat but he fought it back.

"My office is just this way, Mr Chang" the man motioned, his hand shaking slightly.

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A/N: Kukuku X3 evil am I. Poor Wufei :D!!