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Charles has asked me to step up the intensity of The Graveler's training in preparation of additional assignments through the NSA. As always I must say I enjoy putting these youth through their paces. However even with all the training I can't help but consider the possibility that I'm simply weaponizing the gifts they already posses. A thousand years ago they'd have been Gods and now they are the tools by which we keep our civilizations in tact. As Charles knows I've spent many years with these 'gifted' children. There are times I think we go to far by training as well as we do. Then again, the world we put them in requires that they be dangerous. Quite the quandary.

Charles has also requested a synopsis of my training regimen. It can be found concluding this report.

FIELD NOTES: Subject still appears to be hesitant to demonstrate his full control regarding the destructive aspects of his powers despite his promises to free himself up. What little he has said (yes, he's finally talking) seems to refer more to a state of mind. He doesn't 'feel the need' to harness these aspects of his power. Whether that means he can't due to psychological limitations or simply a conflict of interest has yet to be determined but I hope to have everything sorted out in due time. I should expect that the proper use of mental and physical strain should yield the right results. The problem with that obviously is timing. Making sure that the last barriers of his inhibitions break under our terms and not his.

TRAINING SYNOPSIS (as requested by Department head): All training sessions begin with a one half hour of meditation and mental focusing exercises. Directly following focus exercises are levitation finesse and 'shaping' (carving or otherwise mounding formations to match a drawn example) to help increase mental endurance. Usually this represents the first block of training and is usually continued until exhaustion and is rewarded with a break. My schedule for the second block deals more with the maximum output of direct force in controlled bursts. This in my professional opinion represents what should be the core focus of our training. The direct force aspects of his powers encompass all the destructive aspects as well as his primary mental load. In effect his mind, his powers, are much like a weight lifter. Or that is what my observations have led me to believe.

"His vitals are normal." The words seemed to pull him away from the deep darkness that was everywhere. It was the darkness that came from total unconsciousness, void. LoQuinn didn't have to open his eyes to know more or less where he was. His throat hurt, and the steady electronic beep of his pulse was a metronome that kept screaming 'hospital'.

"However his CAT scans came back with signs of elevated activity in both his frontal and specific sections of his sensory lobes. This isn't out of the ordinary for most kinetics but if you look at this scan we took when he came in over here compared to over here it's a pretty stark difference."

There was an audible click. They had some sort of computer station set up. However the fact that they discussed kinetics so openly made it somewhat obvious this probably wasn't a general hospital. It would make sense if the NSA had their own facilities, or perhaps they simply had their own physicians.

"So what do these colors mean exactly?"

"The colors on the screen represent brain activity. These blue regions are inactive. The initial scans showed little to no activity anywhere but the Parietal lobe, effectively he came in brain dead. We were going to call him as a DOA."

"Wait so the Parietal lobe is this red thing here?"

"Yes. However it shouldn't be showing this level of activity. It's used for processing of sensory input, and sensory discrimination. Making sure that a smell is a smell and not a taste. Or realizing that your arm belongs to you."

There was a pause, as if a whole slew of new questions were just waiting to be asked. The one LoQuinn himself was willing to break his possum act for would have been to find out what exactly that meant. Instead a simpler, more practical one was addressed.

"So why isn't he brain dead now?"

"Thats a good question, we don't know. He just started showing regular vitals, his lungs started working on their own again. We took him off the ventilator, and ran another batch of tests."

Ah, that explained the sore throat. He'd had tubes jammed into his lungs. He wondered what else they'd hooked him up to, almost assuredly an IV. There was the click of the mouse again.

"What the hell?"

"Exactly. I'd say it wasn't possible except we did the scan twice. He's showing normal brain function again. He's sleeping still but we expect you should be able wake him whenever. We'll be keeping him overnight though to keep an eye on things."

"Alright, thanks Doc. I'll check on him in a little while.

LoQuinn waited until both men left the room before opening his eyes. Aside from the mild discomfort of the machinery he was tethered to he felt fairly well rested. The questioning voice didn't belong to Raul or Photon for that matter. In fact he was quite sure that he'd never heard that man's voice before. LoQuinn appraised the tubes coming out of his arm. Perhaps it was the lighting but he looked paler than normal.

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To:: Department Head
CC:: Training Accident

Charles,

I'm sorry to say there's been an accident during one of our training sessions. LoQuinn aka "The Graveler" collapsed during a more complicated exercise. He was med-evaced to one of our facilities and showed little sign of brain activity. Shortly after arriving though he stabilized and he doesn't seem to be any worse for wear. I'm still running through cognitive tests to make sure he suffered no temporary or permanent damage. The details are pending in my report but I believe this to simply be another manifestation.

An observational note though, he seems paler than normal.