He was late to class, and got saddled with a detention. Should have bunked entirely, but he never built up the nerve to blow off authority figures that completely before, so he wasn’t going to start now.
The only thing was, he couldn’t get a detention today.
“Yes, yes, you all live very busy lives.” The student affairs officer rolled his eyes, “I’ve heard it all before, kid.”
“No, you don’t get it!” Flynn replied, “I have an appointment. An important one. Can’t miss it.”
“If it’s a doctor’s appointment, then your parents are needed to sign off on your exit.” The officer droned, much too practiced with this spiel.
Flynn gritted his teeth. So reasoning didn’t get him anywhere. That was fine. He could wait them out. Or, more accurately, he could wait until his file handler had had enough and called him about his tardiness.
As if summoned by the gods of luck, an electronic beeping started from somewhere inside. Yes! His get-out-of-jail-free card!
The officer looked at him, raising an eyebrow, “I’ve got my eye on you, kid.” They warned, turning around to pick up the phone. They listened to the other side’s side for a few moments, face slowly draining of color as they spoke.
“I- I’m sorry, but who is this?” They finally asked.
Flynn couldn’t hear what was being said on the line like other psychics might be able to, but he knew all the same what the answer was.
A Representative from the Federal Organization for Psychic Manipulation Research.
Similarly, he couldn’t read what was happening in the officer’s mind, but he could tell the exact moment he thought: oh shit.
He put the phone down with a clank and turned to face Flynn shakily, “You can go for today. Cover for your detention tomorrow.”
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