His uncle cast him a suspicious glance, which Stephen felt was meant to be an order. Creeping around Jedikiah's consciousness, he heard his wish to know what the tall agent was thinking. Stephen set his concentration and attempted to breach the agent's defenses. He felt himself get a foothold, as if the man was distracted, then felt himself violently ejected. He felt a force follow him and push against his own mind. The whine returned and Stephen flinched against it. A whispering voice speaking a language he did not recognize filled his mind. 'Do not try again,' a voice commanded, a voice that did not belong to the man.
Startled, Stephen responded without thinking. 'Are you a Tomorrow Person?'
A flare of blinding light and heat filled his senses. 'That is not for you to know,' the voice said, withdrawing its presence from Stephen's mind. A thrumming ache pounded in his head. What the hell was that?! he wondered. He cast an uncertain look back to Jedikiah, who caught the look and smirked.
"You should know I'm not usually involved in such human interest cases, but, I'm in a good mood. How about you leave the file with me and I'll see what I can dig up," Jedikiah offered generously.
The shorter agent nodded appreciatively and handed over a manila folder. "We'll be in touch," he said warmly, but his expression did not match his tone. Agent Hewson retreated from the desk and back to his partner. Stephen moved to lead them out. "I think we remember the way out," the man said. He turned to leave but Agent Evans remained awkwardly still, peering at Jedikiah until his partner hooked his arm. Agent Hewson dragged them away in a brisk walk, clearly eager to leave. What was going on? Who were these people?
Jedikiah's low "hmm…" broke his chain of thought and sent a shiver up Stephen's spine. This couldn't be good.