Gifted

Chapter Twenty

At one o'clock, we were back at the warehouse for my meeting with Spencer Thomas. His eyes were every bit as brilliant aqua as his nephew's. Spencer was a very good looking thirty something bachelor. He started play boxing Chase as we walked back into the reception area of the Council. Mrs. Winchester was playfully tsking them and pretending to be annoyed. When Spencer noticed me; he bowed dramatically. Patting Mrs. Winchester's desk, he started walking down the long hallway, calling over his shoulder, "Later Mrs. W." He motioned for us to follow him.

It was easy to see why everyone liked Spencer. He was a very charismatic person, just an all-around likeable guy. The trip back down the hallway didn't seem quite as long this time; probably because this time I knew there was an end in sight. We reached the elevator and Spencer swiped his card expertly. This time it looked as if we were headed to the basement.

"So how's it going Morgan?" Spencer asked.

"Oh you know, just another day," I said sarcastically as the doors opened.

We walked down a long dark corridor. This floor was definitely not as white or bright. Not only did the basement obviously lack windows, but there didn't seem to be many lights either. Older round chandelier looking lights were spaced sparingly along the hallways. There was a long hallway ahead and one that went to the right. We walked straight, past unlit candelabras in corners where one hall met the other. I followed the outline of Spencer and grabbed for Chase's hand nervously in the dark. He intertwined his fingers with mine. After turning at the end of the hall, Spencer stopped at the second door on the left. A fluorescent light flickered on and Spencer stepped aside for us to go in ahead of him.

The room was huge, and I began to wonder how big the building was. The front part of the room we were walking into looked like the meeting room Chase and I had met with Mr. Dawson in earlier, but was about ten times larger. Just like the previous room, there was a long meeting table facing a wipe board. Spencer flipped another switch; lighting up the back half of the room.

For the most part, it was empty. There were a few racks against the walls that held sports equipment. Balls in various sizes, orange parking cones, and stacked next to the racks were large wooden boxes. There were lines taped at intervals on the smooth cement floor. The white painted brick walls reminded me of my dorm room.

Spencer pulled two chairs out from the table facing the wipe board. Why was I always on this side of the questioning? Chase and I took the hint and sat in the chairs. Spencer headed around and sat mirroring me. He resembled Chase, but his hair was darker and shorter. Spencer also had a neatly trimmed goatee.

"So Morgan, is there a Gift you want to start with? We're going to start kind of slow today. We'll evaluate where you are on your different Gifts, and then I'll try to give you some tips on using and controlling each of them. This is a little new to me, someone with multiple Gifts, but I have worked with kids possessing each of the Gifts before so I should be able to help you out."

"Uh, well I guess I'd really like to work on Power." Spencer's smile got even bigger.

"My specialty," he said.

He jumped out of the chair, and I followed him over to the rack and wooden boxes.