Awakening Book One of the Trust Series - By J. E. Swift Page 0,22
the two of them.
“Garrett. Nice to see you again! This must be Caitlyn, your new Protégé.”
Garrett leaned over the desk, his hands brushing the receptionists in a familiar manner. The receptionist blushed. Caitlyn wondered briefly exactly how many women he intended to flirt with today. “Hi, Katie. We are here for use of the training facilities.”
The pretty receptionist typed a few things into the computer, staring for a moment at the screen. “Of course you are. Training room three is available all day today and I can make it available for regular training if you would like. Will that suffice?”
Garrett straightened back up. “That would be perfect. Tell me, is Councilman Riley in today?”
Katie shook her head. “Not today. He should be up here next week though for a few days getting ready for a Councilman session. Would you like me to schedule a meeting with him?”
“Yes, please. He asked me to set up a series of meetings. Please set up a reoccurring meeting for an hour if you would, based on future planned visits.”
“Absolutely. I’ll send you confirmation of the times later today.”
“Thank you, Katie. You are wonderful as always.” He winked at her.
Caitlyn suppressed the need to roll her eyes.
Katie, blushing again, nodded in the direction of the training rooms. “Thanks. But really, just doing my job. You both have a great day and let me know if there is anything that you need. It was nice meeting you, Caitlyn.”
Garrett turned away from Katie, glancing quickly at Caitlyn as he began to walk ahead of her. His steps echoed throughout the long hallway as she followed briskly behind him. He stopped abruptly at a door labeled with the number three on it, placing his hand yet again on a scanner. “Garrett Stevens. Approval for use of training facilities from eight hundred hours to eighteen hundred hours.”
Garrett motioned for her to follow him in the room. She did, unsure of what exactly they were going to do. He sat down in a chair and put his legs up on another one, leaning back. She placed her hands on her hips, an expectant expression on her face.
“I am guessing that this room looks plain to you.”
“Well, considering the stark whiteness of the walls and the emptiness, save the table and two chairs, I would say yes.”
He smirked. “Ah. I think the coffee I brought you this morning had an extra dose of snarkiness to it.”
“And yours had an extra dose of flirtatiousness.” The words came out before she could stop them.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but otherwise did not react to the comment. “The room may be plain, but there are many different functions to it. Our training is going to have lots of different aspects involved. In the beginning, I’ll just start by showing you some different things that we can do, different things that the average Actual should be able to accomplish by the time they take the Threshold. From there, I’ll begin to teach you the various basic techniques. We will check your propensity for telepathy, telekinesis, and healing. If you show a particular aptitude for one of these skills, we will work on honing that skill while getting you to a level to pass the Threshold with the others. This room can be controlled by telepathy, meaning if I request items to levitate-”
At that moment, a trap door opened quietly in the corner of the room and several objects of varying sizes came up on a lift into the room, before the trap door closed again. Garrett continued, not missing a beat. “The room will respond to the request. Usually, I’ll program what I need ahead of time, but in case our training plans change, they can change on a whim.”
“How many rooms are there like this?”
“Five. The first three are reserved for newly awoken and the last two are for those that have already gone through the Threshold. The last two are larger than this one and allows for multiple people to train in at once.”
“So today I am an observer?”
“For the most part you will be. You have already seen telepathy, so I am going to show you the basics of levitating and telekinesis and we will talk about healing. Take a seat, make yourself comfortable.”
“You are kind of taking up both chairs. Unless you want me to sit on the table.”
Garrett gave that damn smirk again before grandly removing his feet. Caitlyn plunked down on the chair, tempted to knock over his.