“This is the warehouse?”

“Yes Mr. Willus this is the second warehouse that was broken into.”

“I know that, just take me to the room where the object was already.”

The secretary walked towards the center of the warehouse, where a security checkpoint was located.

“This way sir.”

“Do you want me to remove my belt?”

“That won’t be necessary, Security has been told to help you in any way possible. The security footage is over there.”

She pointed toward the office overhang.

The warehouse was a more modern build, taking some inspiration for the architecture from the roaring twenties. Most notably, the office overhang, that had vision of the entire floor of the warehouse. Security cameras were placed at even intervals, and some were even hidden.

The amount of security for a medium warehouse was shocking to say the least. The security tighter than that at the Statue of Liberty, more cameras than what a department store sells, and a maze like ground floor that is filled with computers and data.

“I’ll view them later, however, right now I want to know, why so much security?”

“Mr. Lock ordered several high security warehouses like this one, for the purpose of research and development. As you probably already know, our competitors would love to get their hands on this research.”

“That explains most of the security, now what’s the real reason?”

“As I said Mr Lock doesn’t….”

“Barbra, it’s alright to tell him. After all, he was on the team that originally found it.”

Joseph Lock was standing on the top of the stair that lead to the office. He wore his regular business suit and tie, with his short brown hair slicked back just enough to not be in his azure eyes

“But sir it is highly classified.”

Barbara, the secretary, was a younger middle aged woman around 28 or 32, though with today's technology who knows how old she really is. Her brunette hair was up into a professional bun in the back, revealing her heterochromatic eyes, one was a deep green while the other one was a brilliant scarlet red.

“If we’re talking about classified, no one should be able to meet me, yet here I am.”

Barbra looks at me with a confused expression

“I don’t think I understand what you are saying Mr. Willus.”

“What he’s saying Barbra, is that he is considered a World level threat should he become mad enough. However that is, as Mr. Willus kindly pointed out, classified.”

Barbara's expression turned from the confused, to fear, to bewilderment, then secretary…. In 3 seconds...That there is a professional.

“Well, let’s get on with the tour.”

I nudged Barbara in the shoulder, pushing her towards the center of the warehouse, where a plexiglass wall stood. Upon closer inspection it was shielded with a high class psionic barrier.

Normally a barrier of this level can block out hostile psionics up to High Advanced, however not against mine. Normal reconnaissance abilities

The difference between psionic abilities is simple. The ranking system starts on a 1 to 10 numerical basis. 10 is the strongest. Regular people, or abilities that have little to no use rank in the 1 to 3 range. Intermediate abilities 3 to 6. Advanced 7 to 9, and Master Class being 10.

Unique abilities can scale from either 1 out of 10 to 11 out of 10. The reason for this is the nature of the unique ability in itself. The more useful it is, the higher the rank.

Of course there are exceptions to the ranking system. If a skilled user of a psionic ability of 4 faces a inexperienced psionic user of an ability of 7, the winner will most likely be the rank 4, unless the rank 7’s ability is a direct counter to the 4’s.

“Here we are Mr. Willus, please ask if you need anything. I will assist to the best of my abilities.”

“Thanks, is this how you found the room?”

“Exactly how it was found yesterday.”

The plexiglass room was a mess. Papers holding numerous notes thrown about haphazardly, computer screens broken, and wires cut. In the center of the room stood a round, heavy duty plastic case, with a hole being burned into the side.

“Is that where the substance was?”

“Yes.”

“Why is it so small? It was supposed to be 46 tons right?”

The case was a 1x1x1 square meter cube of clear plastic. A empty pedicle stood in the center of the box.

“Highly compressed matter in a small area. The machinery it took to get it in there was ridiculously expensive, even more so to get it out.” Lock stated, leaning in the doorway.

“Then why so much security for something that only a few people could move?”

“Because, Mr. Willus that piece of metal is the key to advancing our society to the next level. Beyond that of the Creatures that you fought with years ago to unknowingly obtain it.”