[audio; locked to Agent Kay]

[seesobserves]

[This message is sent a few moments after this. Sherlock sounds out of breath.]

...Did you feel that?

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[most_feared]

Yeah. I felt it. High level psychic distress. Like getting kicked in the junk if your testicles were in your prefrontal cortex.

[Kay is a charmer. And also acquainted with psychics.]

You all right?

[seesobserves]

[Gradually calming down:] I'll be fine. Just need another moment...

They were inside my thoughts, Kay. They were rummaging around in my memories.

[most_feared]

You could tell where they were scrounging?

Not exactly a light fingered touch. [Probably should talk to Charles about that. Panicky people were never good, which he figures he knows. But at this rate the wrong person might become upset.] What did they see- that you can share, anyway.

[seesobserves]

You got the same messages, yes? The other ship, the four, woke them up? They're connected to the Oracle. Didn't know much - actually, it turned out I knew more about the original five than they did. And that's the memory they chased down: when you told me one of the four was lost.

And you're saying that if they hadn't been so sloppy about it, I wouldn't have been able to tell. [Great. That's just great.] God.

[most_feared]

Yeah, they thought pretty loudly at me, too. [He won't say who it is.] The Oracle had a pretty complex mind. Apparently they tried to have a looksee and it backfired.

I don't know if there's a way to keep them out here.

[seesobserves]

Backfired all over the rest of us? How does that even work?

[Frustrated over here. The Rules of the World have Gone Wrong and it keeps grating at him.]

What is it, a feedback loop? One telepath points their brain in the wrong direction and we all get a headache?

[most_feared]

If it's a really strong telepath. And this one is pretty much a whopper. I suspect the Oracle doesn't really have a mind that thinks in a straight line as it is.

Seems to scatter information every which way.

[seesobserves]

How do you know so much about--

[Pause, because he's realizing. He's always had an inkling about Kay's origins; even if the 'Agent' part weren't a dead giveaway, there were other signs... he'd been thinking CIA, FBI. But it's something different, isn't it?

After cutting himself off, Sherlock starts to laugh: a low, bitter chuckle.]

Oh, God, no, don't tell me. You're from some type of secret division. The sort conspiracy nuts can never prove exist. You're actually it, aren't you?

[Muttered, to himself:] God, I need a cigarette...

[most_feared]

[Of all the things that Kay responds to, or rather avoids discussing because he's still saying what he needs to out of some sense of dutiful decorum, this is the part that he hones in on.]

I can help you with the cigarette. I still got a pack and a half left.

[Probably some things that he could say, but it sounds like the poor guy has enough on his mind. Literally.]

I'll ask around and see what I can do about the surprise look-sees.

[seesobserves]

No need to bum one. Got my own supply.

What could you possibly do about it? You haven't got superpowers? [He's pretty sure not, but then again, he's not entirely sure, so it comes out more like a question.]

[most_feared]

Those guys in the domes were human as they get, and they managed to hand our asses to us gift-wrapped.

I'm a firm believer in seeing where talking gets you. Like I said, I'll ask around.

[seesobserves]

I'd think the person who caused this wouldn't be so quick to open up about it. [But, okay. Fine.] But I suppose it is your area of expertise.

[most_feared]

Fortunately talking is a pretty easy thing to pull off.