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lap, petting it to deepen my connection with Melissa for dreamscaping while in the vehicle.
I wonder how long it will take Agent Mullins to enquire about my special skill set.
    Not long, as it turned out. She spoke before we left the car. “So, what exactly do you do? I was informed that the teams in your department each have consultants with special abilities. At first I thought it was `the brain', but it's you, isn't it?” she asked me.
    “Who is `the brain'?” I retorted in a sarcastic voice filled with laughter.
    “Oh, you guys don't know your nicknames?” Gracie asked, giggling.
    “Yeah, I've heard it. It's what they call Steven,” Dianna interjected with a discontented frown. Then she further stated, “They have names for all of us. It helps them sleep a little better and accept their own shortcomings, by calling us names and labeling us.”
    “I'm sorry if I offended you,” Agent Mullins replied, her eyes cast down into her lap. “I didn't mean any harm. It was just something I heard when I called up Quantico. No one down here refers to you that way. In fact, we're so overwhelmed we hardly even have time to read our bulletins, let alone gossip. Hey, I get it! You guys are the best at what you do, so there's going to be some jealous people, but we are glad you're here.”
    That ended the conversation and the inquiry into my special ability.
I think Dianna; no, I
know
Dianna intentionally distracted Agent Mullins with her response to get off the subject.
She was rescuing me from attempting to explain myself, and it worked. My team was extremely intelligent and good at what they did. Dianna was excellent T getting into people's heads, just like the other team members.
    There were limited staff at the diner when we arrived, due to it being Christmas Day. We were lucky they were open at all. I did pretty much the same thing I did at the apartment. I inquired about the last section Melissa worked and sat at one of the tables. I ordered some coffee while I was at the table, and inquired if Dianna or Gracie wanted anything. They both declined to order anything. Gracie was completely engaged with what we were doing. While Dianna was questioning the staff one by one, I just sat in a booth enjoying a cup of coffee, or so it would seem.
    Gracie remained with Dianna during the questioning, but continuously kept looking my way to see what I was doing. I was examining the surroundings and the staff. I wanted to see what a customer would be doing while Melissa was waiting on them. I looked outside to see what a customer would see from Melissa's section, and then walked outside to see what I could see looking into her section. I also walked the parking lot area. Gracie watched me the whole time; when I got up and walked outside, as well as when I returned. She was completely baffled and looked about to burst with questions about me. Dianna ignored my odd-seeming behavior; she'd seen me do this countless times.
    When I returned inside, I spoke to the chef and the rest of the staff, wanting to get a feel for who liked and disliked Melissa. Understanding the emotions of others was critical information I could utilize this during dreamscape. Melissa seemed to be loved by all the staff and they were worried about her. At this point I had officially become Agent Mullins' freak show main attraction. Although I didn't do anything weird or out of place, it just wasn't the normal questioning and interviewing techniques that she was accustomed to seeing.
    “Did you find out anything outside?” Agent Mullins inquired?
    “No, not really,” I responded. I wasn't going to discuss any findings with her until we were back with the team. If Steven wanted to invite her to the brief, she was welcome to participate in whatever I had to say.
    On the way back to the office, I sat in the back of the vehicle while Gracie and Dianna claimed the front. The whole time we were driving back, Gracie kept staring at me through the rear view mirror. It