12-09-2013, 03:29 PM
Jon bowed his head briefly to acknowledge Jensen's acquiescence. More of the tension seemed gone from the man's face. Good for him. Jon had his concerns the man would be given over to zealotry. A mind that was unable to bend would snap like a frozen twig when confronted with the storm a true test would bring. Jensen, however, showed true wisdom in his acceptance of reason and his ability to change his line of thought.
And then came mention of impending war. From this man. Jon raised an eyebrow as Jensen spoke. Was he speaking of political tension, or something else? Jon suspected the latter...but Jensen just mentioned how little he understood of his ability, so what did he know? His thoughts returned to his conversation with Nick Trano. There were more coming -- more with the gift, the ability...It hadn't even been a shock to Jon to learn of yet another one in Jensen. Jon, Nick, Jaxen, Oriena, the Ascendancy himself, Jensen...the first raindrops to herald the oncoming deluge that loomed across the horizon. And the patterns of the racing, thickening clouds screamed it was coming this way.
So when Jensen spoke of a war coming, what did he mean?
A knock sounded at the door, followed by the scraping sound of metal on concrete as it swung open. The building custodian should really get the hinges rehung. An officer entered, not the same one who'd led him in here, this time a tall man of his early middle years with broad shoulders an a thick brown mustache peppered with flecks of gray. He set an opaque plastic bag upon the table -- Jensen's personal effects from the hospital, most likely. He announced that Jensen was free to go, turned around and left without any further ceremony.
Jon stood and offered Jensen his hand. "Congratulations Mr. James, you're a free man. For the time being, at least. As the declination of prosecution was approved without prejudice, the prosecutor still has the option to bring up charges later on, but I don't see that as likely. I'd like to accompany you out, if I may."
Jessika would undoubtedly be waiting for Jensen and Jon wouldn't mind a formal introduction from her husband.
And there were still other things that stoked his curiosity. Jon moved away from his seat and put his hand on the doorknob to open the door a bit wider. Then he stopped and turned back to Jensen. "I can't help but wonder what you mean when you say there's a war coming. I certainly hope you will have time to elaborate. But first let's get you out of here."
And then came mention of impending war. From this man. Jon raised an eyebrow as Jensen spoke. Was he speaking of political tension, or something else? Jon suspected the latter...but Jensen just mentioned how little he understood of his ability, so what did he know? His thoughts returned to his conversation with Nick Trano. There were more coming -- more with the gift, the ability...It hadn't even been a shock to Jon to learn of yet another one in Jensen. Jon, Nick, Jaxen, Oriena, the Ascendancy himself, Jensen...the first raindrops to herald the oncoming deluge that loomed across the horizon. And the patterns of the racing, thickening clouds screamed it was coming this way.
So when Jensen spoke of a war coming, what did he mean?
A knock sounded at the door, followed by the scraping sound of metal on concrete as it swung open. The building custodian should really get the hinges rehung. An officer entered, not the same one who'd led him in here, this time a tall man of his early middle years with broad shoulders an a thick brown mustache peppered with flecks of gray. He set an opaque plastic bag upon the table -- Jensen's personal effects from the hospital, most likely. He announced that Jensen was free to go, turned around and left without any further ceremony.
Jon stood and offered Jensen his hand. "Congratulations Mr. James, you're a free man. For the time being, at least. As the declination of prosecution was approved without prejudice, the prosecutor still has the option to bring up charges later on, but I don't see that as likely. I'd like to accompany you out, if I may."
Jessika would undoubtedly be waiting for Jensen and Jon wouldn't mind a formal introduction from her husband.
And there were still other things that stoked his curiosity. Jon moved away from his seat and put his hand on the doorknob to open the door a bit wider. Then he stopped and turned back to Jensen. "I can't help but wonder what you mean when you say there's a war coming. I certainly hope you will have time to elaborate. But first let's get you out of here."