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"So remember, the derivative of a curve at a point on a non-linear function is equal to the slope of a tangent line that intersects that point" My professor ranted. He is certainly a nice man, and is very knowledgeable on matters related to mathematics. And he actually is a real professor too; you see it is required to have not only a doctorate, but also ten years of experience teaching before you can actually be considered a real professor. Oh, and I forgot to mention; he is made entirely of fire. My professor is actually a Fire Fae, one of the first non-humans to be fully admitted as a professor at an Earth college. He is able to conjure and control a human form when he wishes, and when it is necessary (such as when he is typing, because while he can used telekinesis to move chalk and markers on the board, typing keys with your mind isn't as simple), but it is much easier to keep a natural form, something he is used to. In fact, he never changed the PowerPoint slides himself; his teachers assistant helped with that.

So it was a good class to be sure. But for him to throw this much information at us at once, well, it made my head spin. Not to mention the fact that I am still recovering emotionally from the little run-in I had with that dragon. Boy, am I nervous to see him again. But as for this class, luckily I aced calculus in high school, so I think I might do well here. Although we are moving really quickly, I hope I can keep up. The Fae communicate primarily through telepathy, which is very similar to us werewolves (we also use a rather simple language using the sounds only a muzzle can make, but communicating through thoughts is easier and more common) and so it can be difficult for them to realize if their messages are getting through, using only words. But I'm sure if we are going too fast for someone, they will speak up. The prof made it clear he would take no offense if that were the case, we need only let him know.

"Well anyway class, we can end here today. Remember to take a copy of the syllabus back with you before you leave. The only homework is to read it, and to create an account on ICE before Friday, though I suppose every professor will tell you that. You can download our lecture slides from this class's homepage. See you all again on Wednesday." Professor "John Matloff" (his human name we use, as we can't actually pronounce his real name using words) signaled to his TA to closed out his slideshow and to start packing his notes and papers into his carrier. ICE was the name of our campus website, where we do online homework assignments, and sometime take digital tests or quizzes. It may seem strange, and not every class uses it, but since many of us have laptops (or in my case a fantastic Chromebook) it can be better than carrying around a ton of notebooks and paper. Plus, it is easier for the professors too, as they don't have to grade as much, since the computer can do most of it. Plus, if our professor tried to grade physical paper, it would probably just ignite into flames.

While some of the students in the class began to rush out of the room, trying to get to their next class, or meet up with someone, or simply just anxious to move around after sitting down for nearly an hour, I and several others began to calmly pack our computers and, for those who used them, notepads into our backpacks. "What a lecture huh? Right into the meat of the stuff." Jeff said. "Yeah, he seems like a good prof, but I honestly miss Ms Mcardle." I replied. "Heheh, yeah she was a great teacher. But it is pretty weird to get a lecture from a...well, basically a floating ball of fire." I raised an eyebrow, but smiled at him saying "Heheh, I agree it is strange, but its pretty awesome too." "Oh definitely!" he assured me.

Jeff is a friend from high school. We aren't best friends, we don't really do much together, but we both happened to choose this college as where we wanted to go after we finished high school. Since we already knew each other we decided to sit together for any classes we shared. We both went to a private school, so everyone pretty much knew everyone. It was a nice life, and a nice school. Even so, I only was able to really make one true friend back there, but he doesn't go to my campus. Not many people from a private school were willing to go to a college that allows-and indeed promotes-the integration of humans with non-humans. For every human on campus, there was some other creature. Even some of the faculty, more than just our calculus professor, were non-human. Fae, werewolves, dragons, vampires, elves, they were the main groups. But I even spotted a cyclops and a centaur a few days ago, and there were a few other non-humans scattered about the populous, pretending to be humans, like I was.

"Anyway, I guess I will see you later then man. I gotta get to my next class." Jeff said to me as he began to walk up the row of chairs and towards the exit. I nodded and waved to him, saying "See ya." After he left, and with only a few students left in the room, I finished putting away my Chromebook and charger cable, zipped up the case, and stood up. Its nice that even in smaller classrooms like this one, every desk has an outlet right beneath it. I never have to worry about battery life this way. I walked to the front of the small room, turned right, and walked out the door. The hallway was a mess of bodies frantic movement up and down of things of all shapes and sizes. Anthros of all kinds were mixed with the humans, a flurry of scales and tails, fur and skin. But the view was deceptive.

If one were to look closely on the faces of the humans, you could see something. Not much, because a mask of calm shrouded their features. But beneath the thin layer of content lie other less desirable emotions. Fear, anger, disgust. And in the non-humans, it could be seen as well. A slight bend of the ears, a twitch of the tail. They can feel the distrust, the unease. And that is not all. Even in my human form I posses a strong sense of smell. There was a hint of all of these in the air, like the faint breath of a bakers selection drifting into the streets, only to have the wind change course.

But fortunately, this negativity was not in everyone. There were still some humans that were genuinely happy. They smiled and waved, and saw everyone without the taint that most others around them shared. And there were even a few of us non-humans that seemed not as much upset, but rather sad at the ways that many feared us. Even a few were either blissfully ignorant, or simply uncaring about the small, slight, and subconscious judgment being cast upon them. Even so, all of this made me glad I decided to stay disguised as a human. Crowds are difficult enough, but so many eyes judging and leering would simply be too upsetting.

I turned right down the hall and began my way towards the stairs which I had my incident with the dragon on before. I walked through the open door and joined the flow of the masses like a drop of water in a river. I exited the building and departed from the mass migration, taking a path that was less traveled on. The time was 10:45 am, and I did not have class again until about 2:00 pm. I would go to the buffet later for lunch most likely, but I was not hungry yet, and instead decided instead to simply walk about the campus a little bit.

Our college campus was on beautiful land, with forest surrounding all sides except one, and massive trees growing even between the buildings. The gentle autumn breeze continued to blow from this morning, bringing with it a wonderful smells of pumpkins and cinnamon from the nearby bakery. But my sensitive nose also picked up on the wonderful smell of abscission from all the leaves, and the petrichor of the grass about from the recent rain we had overnight. It was a fantastic moment, and I was content. Even among the busyness of the campus, I could feel the Pulse of Life in the Earth, and every breath I made was timed with that rhythm. Autumn was my favorite time of the year, and it never ceases to fill me with joy.

I wandered around campus for a while, breathing in the air and listening as the sounds of footfalls from rushing students began to die down after about 15 minutes, because the next wave of classes commenced. The chirping of the few remaining birds that have yet to fly south for the winter was carried over the gentle wind, bringing a quiet, calm atmosphere to what had just until recently been a hectic mess of rushing bodies. As I walked about, I noted a bench along the side of the path. It looked very inviting, and since I had so much time to spare I decided to take a break and sit down. The bench was so comfortable in fact that I decided I'd take a break to read for a bit.

I reached into my bookbag and brought out my Kindle Fire. Now don't get me wrong, I love to read from a physical book too. But I find that eReaders are much more convenient in many ways. I was able to fit an entire library on a little tablet, instead of taking up an entire room. I read a lot, and it is just very convenient for me. Besides, it has always amazed me. Think of the technology of computers, and what they can do. Data of movies, or games with artificial intelligence, or even a simple book, in the form of "ones" and "zeros" of electrical pulses, streaming across some lengths of metal in a particular pattern come together to display an image using tiny lights across a board. It's magick, really, in its own way. It never ceases to fascinate me, to simply ponder the incredible complexity of things that many of us take for granted every day of our lives.

I looked at my tablet and browsed the selection of books I had. I very much enjoy "fiction." The interesting thing about fiction is that it doesn't exist. Oh I don't mean that the stories are made up; its just the opposite. Little bits may be wrong or off a bit, and it might not be totally accurate, but everything you have ever read has, is, and will be. The universe is infinite, and incredible. But don't worry about having some horror story come true to you. While it is possible a Wraith from Stargate Atlantis could come and steal your youth, or the Klingons from Star Trek could invade and conquer Earth, it probably won't happen to your reality. Or at least that is what everyone tells themselves.

Anyway, I decided that I would continue my adventures with the Wheel of Time. I am in the fourth book, and I find it very interesting. I open up the eBook and begin to read. I remembered that I had a small bag of trail mix in my backpack and I rustle through my stuff until I bring it out. I may not be hungry for a meal right now, but I enjoy snacking on something as I read or watch a movie.

A while passes, and I enjoy many chapters on that bench. The trail mix goes quickly within 15 minutes or so, and therefore after some time my stomach attempts its impression of a whale call. I pause my place in the book and check my phone for the time. I have an Android Galaxy Note 2, and am very pleased with it. Sure it has a big screen, but it still fits in my pocket and thats good enough for me. The screen flared to life, and the lock screen displayed random numbers and letters in green scrolling down the page, an emulation of the Matrix movie effect. Very good movie. The large white numbers at the left read 12:21 pm, the current time. I lifted an eyebrow, a little surprised that I, a temporal mage, let time get away from me like that. I quickly locked the phone and put it in my pocket, then flipped the magnetic auto-sleep case for my Kindle closed and slipped it into my backpack. I got off of the bench, threw out the long since emptied bag of trail mix, then walked up the path towards the college's buffet.

During my time reading the paths continued their cycle of madness every 50 minutes or so, only to become almost completely empty about ten minutes later. It seems that not many like to stay out in this weather, even though it really was only in the fifties, which is nothing compared to how the winters will be. The college is near one of the snowiest cities in the continental United States, so while it doesn't get terribly cold (usually likes to hang around the teens or single digits, fahrenheit) we get absolutely dumped with snow. But I love snow, it's so fun to bury my muzzle it in, and run through it, it doesn't bother me at all. It can make hunting a little difficult, because even with my size and strength running through feets of snow can be a challenge. But I love it nonetheless.

As I reach the end of the path, I gripped the handles on the door and pulled them outwards. As I did, a warm wave of air packed with fragrance drifted out to me. Smells of tomato sauce, cooking meat, soy sauce, fried foods, sweet pastries and all sorts of others assaulted my nose. Its a good thing I came here to eat, because otherwise this would be too great a great temptation. There are classrooms in this building, and I feel sorry for those who can't eat yet, but are forced to breath in the wonderful odors that permeate the rooms. After inhaling and exhaling, I walked into the cafeteria.

The room was divided into two sections. There was the seating area, and the food area. Tables lined the walls and were spaced evenly throughout the dining section, and rows of food each separated by type and kept warm by bright lights were all clustered in the other half. I wandered up to the line, grabbed a tray, and began to pile on food. Now I'm not a fat guy, im pretty skinny. Not terribly skinny though, I would probably describe myself as average. Somewhere in between. But, this body is also inhabited by a voracious and buffed up wolf, who needs his meat and meals.

I started at the asian section, and got a bunch of these brown noodles with broccoli and chicken. Fantastic stuff, I've had it before. Some brown rice to go with that, although i didn't think until after I got the noodles that it would have been better on the bottom of the pile. Oh well. I then head over to the meat bar and get a few stips of steak and some fresh fish. I also grabbed a few crab legs and shrimp while I was there, and would have gotten some lobster had it been there. But Friday Fish night was the only day they had lobster tail, so I had to wait still.

Now wait a minute, you might ask yourself. Lobster? Salmon? Shrimp? These are expensive foods, what are they doing at a college buffet? Well, to be honest, there is such a large diversity of creatures at this campus, that it is kinda necessary to have a large selection of items available to everyone. There is even raw meat for those like me, but since i didn't want to appear suspicious, I got the cooked meat instead. Ah well, I could hunt later if I needed.

After I finished piling on all my stuff, I went to the exit and payed for my meal. I had a meal plan with the college, so it actually was already payed. As the cashier ran my student ID through the register, she looked at my plate, then at me. I smiled, trying not to look suspicious. She arched an eyebrow, but then shrugged it off and handed me my card back. I picked up my tray and walked towards the seating. Now I'm not really a social person, I prefer somewhere out of site where I can read quietly and alone. So I headed around the corner in the south section of the building, and found a table in the back.

I sat down, grabbed some napkins out of the disposer, then reached for my Kindle. I always love to read as I eat, and I usually eat alone anyways. So I got my Kindle and opened it up. It has a smart save feature, so it opened right back up to the page I was on last. I began to read again, and as I did I stabbed my fork into the mountain of food on my plate, and began to eat. I was so focused on reading and eating that I didn't notice the room get subtly quieter. Nor the footsteps coming up from behind me. Hey, I may have fantastically excellent hearing, but I'm in human form AND distracted by a book. Why would I keep my guard up?

"That's an awful lot of food for a human." The voice said behind me. Broken out of my immersion from my book, I was a little upset. I hate to be interrupted. So I turned around to tell the stranger to go away, only to have my blood freeze cold and the hair on my body stick up on end as I met the face of the voice. Standing right in front of the only escape route I had was a black scaled dragon. The very same that I had run right into a few hours ago. Fuck.

"Uh, um..." I lost track of what I was gonna say. The dragon simply smiled and walked over to the other seat at my table. I kept my backpack by my side, so the chair was empty. He set his own pack down, then sat on the chair, putting his tail back beneath the backrest. His wings were "absorbed," meaning they were sorta inside his body so they didn't knock things around as he walked about. Think of him transforming into a human, but only the part of removing his wings. He still had a snout, scales and claws. And some very sharp teeth.

He leaned forward, and tapped his claws against the table. "So..." he began "We need to talk." I looked at him cautiously, saying "Uh, well sure. Look, I'm really sorry about before, I was in a rush and..." He waved his claws to cut me off. "It's fine, it's fine. No, I have three other things I wish to discuss" Relief washed over me. "Ah...well, okay then. Go ahead, I'm listening." He leaned back, and gave me a look. "Why do you hide it?" "Huh? What do you mean?" He raised his eyebrow and said "The fact that you're a wolf, of course."

My heart spiked with adrenaline. Not because I was surprised that he knew I am a wolf. All "super"-natural being have the ability to sense each other, and even if we didn't dragons still have a sensitive enough nose to be able to smell the wolf on me. No, that isn't why I am surprised. It is because he said it so loudly. Even these humans with their primitive ears probably heard his announcement. I don't want others to know what I am! Why would he deliberately say something like that so LOUD!?

"Could..could we please not talk about it?" He gave me a strange look. "Why, are you ashamed of what you are, you don't want these judgmental pricks knowing that you're not exactly like them?" I was a bit embarrassed, but said "Please, if you're gonna talk about it, can you just be a little quieter?" He sighed, and rolled his eyes. Then he leaned in closer, and said "Fine. Happy?" "Yes, thank you. As for your answer though, well, I just would prefer to fit in for once. I'm not a social guy at all, and I just want to blend in with the crowd, not be the center of attention." At that, he gave a small chuckle "Heheh, I thought that wolves were supposed to be the social type." I blushed a bit, then said "Well I'm more of a lone wolf. Besides, I'm just a pup..." "Oh don't give me that bullshit, I know exactly who you are, Incident #3784."

My eyes widened a bit. I didn't know that was public knowledge. But I managed to keep my cool otherwise. "So, you've done your homework." "Oh please, many many people know. A pup like you, being able to send yourself over 65 Million years into the past, and actually single-handedly (or rather, paw-edly) taking down a t-rex just so you could see for yourself what dinosaur meat tasted like? And all while drunk!? It's amazing, that's what it is. Sure, you ended the entire human race, as well as your own, before it even began, but hell TARA took care of that, and since you were just a pup, you weren't executed! I'd say its a win-win for you eh?" TARA stood for the Temporal Anomaly Rectification Agency, which was a mostly werewolf team of temporal mages who corrected anomalies and irregularities in the timeline, usually caused by creatures experimenting, and sometimes with malicious intent. Punishment can be..brutal. Death isn't really a big deal to werewolves, because we just come back. But still, an execution goes on your record. I was lucky. Also, werewolves have a natural affinity with temporal magick, which is why mostly werewolves are on the team. I just had a talent among the talented. "By the way, my name is Aidan; Aidan Carew."

"Ah, nice to meet you, I'm Gavin. And I, uh, suppose so heh." He gave me a smirk. "So, what other talents do you have hidden behind that mask of human skin?" "Well...I am very good with probability. I used to be a summoner to, but I gave that up. Instead I focus more on conjuration and-" He cut me off again "Whoa whoa, you can do all this? And you used to summon? Why did you give that up?" "Well, uh," I rang my hands together, a bit nervous. "Have you ever summoned before?" "Nope, never had the talent for it. Don't even know how it works." "Ah, well then let me explain. You see, basically I reach out into the infinite All by resonating my thoughts with the quantum signature of my target. Once my brainwaves match up with the creature I wish to summon, I open a quantum tunnel, and bring it through. That requires a lot of concentration, and because I am searching for something in a literally infinite space, well even I need the guidance of the Technique of Fifths."

The Technique of Fifths is an interesting thing. There are five points on a pentagram, and in summoning, each of them represents the five senses. You place something that represents one of each of the senses that relates to the creature you are summoning on the points of the star, within the outer circle, but outside the inner circle. By doing this, you set a general "area" of things to search for, and it is significantly easier for a summoner to find and bring forth the target creature.

Aidan raised an eyebrow "Well that...certainly goes over my head. Heheh, I'm just your simple lightning mage. Oh, but I am also pretty good at telekinesis." All of a sudden, the table and chairs, as well as our backpacks lifted off the ground a few feet, flipped around, then "fell" towards the ceiling, then gently touched it. I let out a small yelp as it happened, but the humans around us, still not used to seeing magick, jumped up quickly, before settling back down nervously. Aidan smiled mischievously. Oddly enough, even though we were upside-down, it didn't feel like it. Gravity felt, at least to us, normal. "How's that for impressive?" I nodded and smiled, and said "Very impressive, really. How long can you hold it?" "How about until we are done talking?" "Um, sure heh." Curious, I reached for my food and lifted some on my fork. It stayed on the fork, and didn't fall to the ground above us. "Very impressive indeed" I murmured as I took a bite.

He smiled, and then asked "So that still doesn't explain why you quit..." I swallowed my food and began again. "Oh, right. Well, basically I felt bad. Whenever you summon something, you are ripping it away from its life. Ever hear of all those unsolved kidnapping cases or disappearances with no body found? Many of those were summoned. I didnt want to be a part of that anymore. Now granted, when I was a summoner, I only took animals and non-sapient creatures, and I also used my temporal magick skills to put them back at the exact moment that I summoned them, as well as kept them in a complete tranced state of mind control while they were here with me. Nevertheless, it still seemed....just wrong." Aidan looked at me strangely "But, you're a wolf man. You hunt and kill animals all the time! It's what you do!" I nodded "True, I hunt and I kill, and I love it. But I have a reason to do those things; its survival. I need the meat. I don't need to summon things and dominate their helpless minds to do my will. The scary thing is, I was good at it. And I really, really liked it. So I needed to stop."

He simply shook his head. "There were other talents that you mentioned before too. Probability...uh...something else?" "Yeah. Temporal, Probability, Conjuration, and Fire/Ice are my main talents. I'm sure you're curious about those too eh?" He nodded his head. "First though...I gotta ask. Why are you so curious about me? It can't be just because I bumped into you on the stairs." He smiled "I told you to forget about that didn't I? Heheh. Ah but the truth is, well I'm new here, as it seems you are too. I just figured I could try to make some friends. And I thought, well I scared the shit out of you before, so I could try to make it up to you." "Oh, well, that's cool. Sure, I'm willing to give it a shot." His smile deepened "Wonderful. Maybe we can even hunt together sometime." "Sounds good to me!" "Haha, good! Anyway though, on with your explanation."

I was a little confused for a second as to what he was talking about, then I caught on. "Ah, right. Well, you already know about the Temporal magick. Probability is...it's a bit hard to explain what I can do with that. I will just have to show you some time. Conjuration is self-explanatory, right? You know what that is, how it works?" "Yup, I'm not that good at it, but I understand the basic concept. It's been a while, so let me know if I get this right. Basically you convert your Magicka into Ectoplasm, then use your mind to...sorta mold it?" I nodded saying "Well pretty much. It's obviously more complicated than that but yeah that is the basic idea. I can try teaching you some day if you want. I am even able to 'program' my creations you know." His eyes lit up. "Really? Wow, I didn't even know that is possible." I smiled "Yup. It requires an enormous amount of energy, so its not like I can do it all the time. Plus, if I only use the Self Aspect, then I have to always remain in contact with it. Only with a Sorcery Aspect can I keep it independent, and that is difficult and time consuming."

Basically, there are two "Aspects" (or types) of magick. Now all magick comes from one Source, something many know as Zero Point Energy (or at least that is the closest human term to it) but there are two main ways on how to actually implement it. The Aspect of Self Magick takes the longest to learn, but can also be the most powerful, when mastered. As the name implies, this magick is governed entirely by the mind of the caster, and is totally depended on their ability to absorb, hold, and manipulate magicka. The second, and easiest Aspect of Magick to use is known as Sorcery. This magick, instead of using the host's mind, instead uses a construct made of magick. Chants, rituals, runes, pentagrams, all magick that requires something other than the mind of the caster falls under this category. If you think of magicka as electricity, then this represents someone making a "circuit board," ie the ritual, then letting the magicka flow through it instead of their mind. It is the easiest, because it requires significantly less talent of working with magicka.

"Interesting. And sure, it's always good to learn new things." He said. "Heh, cool. And well, as for my third talent..." I trailed off, then concentrated on feeling the presence of the two glasses of water on the table. One was mine, the other his. I opened my Soul to the Source, and let the Magicka seep into me. It felt like the power, the energy that it was. My senses kicked into overdrive, and I felt my pulse quicken. On the outside, it seems as tho nothing has changed, but to me I could feel the Potential it gave me. I "sensed" my glass with my mind, and dove deep into the Quantum world. I laced my Will with Magicka and began to "suck" the energy from the water inside. I then redirected that siphoned energy and fed it to the molecules in the other glass.

Aidan was a little confused at the sudden and strange silence in the middle of my sentance, but then he looked down at the glasses. One began to form ice crystals all over and throughout the glass, while the other began to bubble and steam. I didn't want them to explode or anything, so as soon as my point was made, I stopped the Transfer. I smiled as I looked at him. "One spell, two targets. Fire is heat, heat is vibration and the cold is simply the absence of that vibration. If you master fire..." I held out my left hand, and a ball of flames flared to life in it. "..then you master ice." I lifted my right hand, and a tiny crystal of frozen air began to form and grow.

"Haha, very nice! But I thought you wanted to remain secretive about all this?..." At the sudden realization of what I was doing, my smile vanished and was replaced with a very red face. The flame winked out of existence, and the crystal exploded out back into air, although I used some magick to keep the sound from being too loud. He chuckled again, and shook his head. "Anyways, there was a third reason I came here, remember?" As he said that he pulled out a white, sealed envelope and handed it to me. "Read it" he said, as he held it out to me. At the same time, we lifted off the ceiling, reverse sides, and floated back down to the floor.

I was a bit confused, but I took the paper. I broke the seal and pulled it out. On the front side, there was nothing, it was completely blank. So I turned it over. And all the blood that was in my red face suddenly drained. (I should probably see a doctor, all this blood rushing everywhere is probably not good for my health.) In the center of the paper was a single circle, with four X's spaced evenly apart on the ring. Below read two numbers with a colon between them, a 1 and a 30, and the letters "pm." 1:30 pm. I scrambled for my phone, and saw it was 1:22. "Shit! Why didnt you show me this sooner?!" I yelled at him, then I grabbed all my stuff and rushed away towards the door. I ran out into a heavy flow of bodies, for it was between classes once again.

I cursed again, and pushed my way through the crowds. The apartment I was renting was just up the hill, and I had little time to get there. I rushed up steps and hills, pushing and apologizing my way through the crowds. Finally, I made it to the building. The apartment was on the third floor, and I didn't have time to wait for the elevator. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, then hiked down the hallway. I grabbed the key in my pocket and shoved it into the lock, twisted it and burst into the room. I came in so fast, I scared my vampire roommate James, who was masterbating to some porn on the couch in the livingroom. "FUCK! Don't you know how to knock you crazy mutt?!" I had no time to deal with him. I ran into the bedroom, closed the door, and grabbed the old radio on my desk to plug it in. I turned it on and twisted the tuning knob, a mix-match of various music and talk shows blurring together like a vomit of sound. After a while though, I passed through the normal range of radio frequencies, and all there was was static. Finally, I reached frequency 999.666, something that shouldn't be obtainable on a normal radio. Technically, it isnt a real radio frequency. That is just what the display says for when it is tuned to a certain wavelength of magick.

When I reached that wavelength, I could hear the gentle chimes of a xylophone, playing a tune that repeated every 15 seconds. I looked at my phone, and the time read 1:29. Phew, I made it, I thought as I panted from the slight exercise. After a few seconds though, the clock ticked to 1:30. At the cue, I let myself go slack, and I opened my mind to the Morphogenetic Field of Humanity. At the same time, the music cut on the radio, and this is what I heard;

"BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...BEEEEEEEEEEP............j? san, ocho, viginti unus, treize, er shi, funfundvierzig, ????????????? ??? ??????????, b?s, sixteen.........BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP..................."

This was spoken in an automated female voice. The entire time, I had been using the Morphogenetic Field to translate the message into english, which ended up being a series of numbers. I had just listened to what is known as a "Number Station" (Google it, they're pretty cool) and after the series of numbers played, it was back to the strange xylophone. I turned it off after that, and began decrypting the message.

After I did, my heart once again tried its little routine of trying to kill me, with blood drainage and adrenaline spikes. I couldn't help it after all. The message was from my superiors. I was suppose to got to Montana, and kill a man. And that guy Aidan is to be my partner.