Telepath Blues
A Babylon 5 story by Jesse Shearer
Chapter 4: Notes from Noon Meals
When Larry returned to the Psicorps office, he had a few minutes to spare. After a few minutes, Sally Josephs approached him in the lobby and guided him into a back office.
"I hope you weren't waiting too long," Josephs said. "Did you enjoy your lunch?"
"It was alright," Larry replied as they walked through a long corridor. "I hope yours was good."
"The Corps provides well for its own," Josephs said. "You sound like your experience could have been better, though."
"The food was great, but the service was a bit off," Larry explained. "I thought I recognized the waiter, and then the bill came."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Solen, but we can't reimburse you," Josephs replied.
"I hardly expect that," Larry said. "After all, for the number of guys like me that must come through here, the Corps would be broke in a week. It's the note I found on the bottom of the ticket."
"Really?" Josephs asked. "May I see it?"
"Sure," Larry said as he took his lunch receipt from his pocket and handed it to Josephs.
"I'm going to run this down to our forensics lab for examination," Josephs said. "Just go to the next room on the right and someone will be with you shortly."
When Larry found his door, he found that it lead to a small screening room with seating for about ten. Each seat had a folding leaf attached for use as a writing surface, apparently for use as a class or testing room. Larry took a seat towards the middle of the room and relaxed for a few minutes before a younger man entered.
"Larry Solen? Bill Reiner," the man said as he approached and extended a gloved hand. "I'm Sally's assistant. She sent me to start the introductory vids and the paperwork while she dealt with that message you gave her."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," Larry said, returning the handshake. "I'm looking forward to getting to know about all this."
"Usually, we give new initiates more testing before they make it this far, but since you received an actual threat and based upon the details you gave us, it would be better if we just skipped ahead to this," Reiner explained.
"Makes sense," Larry agreed. "Even if I wasn't joining the Corps, I don't think I'd want to just be running around out there. Between the guys tracking me and the other folks out there, I'd go nuts."
"That's one reason we're here," Reiner assured him. "I'd better get the first vid started. I'll be back with some paperwork once it's done."
"OK," Larry acknowleged before he returned to his seat as Reiner left. A moment later, the lights dimmed and the projector started.
"If you are seeing this program, you are amongst the one percent of walk-ins to Psicorps that possess telepathic abilities," the person on the screen said. "Welcome."
A Babylon 5 story by Jesse Shearer
Chapter 4: Notes from Noon Meals
When Larry returned to the Psicorps office, he had a few minutes to spare. After a few minutes, Sally Josephs approached him in the lobby and guided him into a back office.
"I hope you weren't waiting too long," Josephs said. "Did you enjoy your lunch?"
"It was alright," Larry replied as they walked through a long corridor. "I hope yours was good."
"The Corps provides well for its own," Josephs said. "You sound like your experience could have been better, though."
"The food was great, but the service was a bit off," Larry explained. "I thought I recognized the waiter, and then the bill came."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Solen, but we can't reimburse you," Josephs replied.
"I hardly expect that," Larry said. "After all, for the number of guys like me that must come through here, the Corps would be broke in a week. It's the note I found on the bottom of the ticket."
"Really?" Josephs asked. "May I see it?"
"Sure," Larry said as he took his lunch receipt from his pocket and handed it to Josephs.
"I'm going to run this down to our forensics lab for examination," Josephs said. "Just go to the next room on the right and someone will be with you shortly."
When Larry found his door, he found that it lead to a small screening room with seating for about ten. Each seat had a folding leaf attached for use as a writing surface, apparently for use as a class or testing room. Larry took a seat towards the middle of the room and relaxed for a few minutes before a younger man entered.
"Larry Solen? Bill Reiner," the man said as he approached and extended a gloved hand. "I'm Sally's assistant. She sent me to start the introductory vids and the paperwork while she dealt with that message you gave her."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," Larry said, returning the handshake. "I'm looking forward to getting to know about all this."
"Usually, we give new initiates more testing before they make it this far, but since you received an actual threat and based upon the details you gave us, it would be better if we just skipped ahead to this," Reiner explained.
"Makes sense," Larry agreed. "Even if I wasn't joining the Corps, I don't think I'd want to just be running around out there. Between the guys tracking me and the other folks out there, I'd go nuts."
"That's one reason we're here," Reiner assured him. "I'd better get the first vid started. I'll be back with some paperwork once it's done."
"OK," Larry acknowleged before he returned to his seat as Reiner left. A moment later, the lights dimmed and the projector started.
"If you are seeing this program, you are amongst the one percent of walk-ins to Psicorps that possess telepathic abilities," the person on the screen said. "Welcome."