Vane's collar flared orange. "Run the full panel. Now."
They wheeled in equipment I didn't recognize. Electrodes on my temples, a scanner humming at a frequency I felt behind my eyes. Vane stood the entire time. Didn't sit. Didn't blink. His eyes tracked the screen like he was reading a verdict.
The data populated line by line.
Sherman stared at it for a long time.
"No damage."
Vane's voice was tight. "None?"
"None." Sherman's gaze left the screen and landed on me. That look. The researcher examining a sample that just talked back. "Bond aside. I'm looking at her individual readings. Her psychic capacity reads at A-tier resonance. With reserves I cannot quantify."
I sat up. "I tested E-class six months ago."
She pulled up my intake file. Two sets of numbers, side by side. The gap w
