May 18th- Danger Room.

[Bobby Bowen]

Bobby made his way to the terminal, and brought up the results of the test.

His eyes quickly flashed from line to line, widening as he saw the results laid out for him.

"Wow..."

[Altamira Vazquez]

"It's invented by Advil, yes?"

[Bobby Bowen]

"Well, it does more then create headaches. A lot more..."

[Altamira Vazquez]

"Oh?"

[Bobby Bowen]

Bobby pointed to the diagram of the working model.

"It takes your psychic power, amps it up, and stores it for a millisecond, before the repeater sends it out in a fast, powerful pulse over the antenna. If we weren't inside the DR... you could have conceivably touched every person on campus, and maybe beyond. And it's not just for telepathy- it would do the same for any psychic power. Geez, a TK with this thing.."

[Altamira Vazquez]

"Could LIFT campus."

[Bobby Bowen]

Bobby nodded, typing into the console.

[Altamira Vazquez]

"Why did it hurt?"

[Bobby Bowen]

"Two things... One, it was still an educated guess how everything worked.. the parts were definitely not arranged properly. And two.. I don't see any dampeners or buffers at all, and if there were, the effects would have been severely reduced... I think it was designed without them. Whoever uses this thing is guaranteed massive damage to themselves over time."

[Altamira Vazquez]

"Who would use such a thing!"

[Bobby Bowen]

"Someone without much at all to lose... or someone really, really bad, with psychic pawn who didn't know what they were in for.."

Bobby stepped back, his eyes showing a display of fear he was rare to provide nowadays.

"We need to tell Logan. Right now."

[Will Stanton]

Altamira nodded, already heading for the door.