The elevator doors opened and Hunter counted heads before he took a step. Fourteen. Not the same fourteen as last time — three were new.
Dayo stood at the head of the table with a folder he hadn't opened yet. "Priya," he said, pointing to a woman near the window. "She displaced a parking structure six inches without touching it." He pointed to a teenager next. "Marcus. Capability's acoustic. Still calibrating." Then an older man at the far end, silent since he'd walked in. "He's from Yewande's list. Responded two weeks ago. One line: 'I have been waiting for someone to ask.'"
Hunter didn't know what to say to any of them yet. He'd learned that not knowing was fine as long as he didn't pretend otherwise.
"We're not going to pretend this is small anymore," Dayo said. "Fourteen people. Six
