of us wolves can open the door.”
“I guess the simplest thing to do would be to bring something to the room for storage,” thought Thor.
“We do not have anything we could put in that storage area,” thought Commander Gupta.
“Yes, we do! You Canadians, please strip down to your underwear,” said Leona.
The Canadians were shocked because they still were not able to associate the spoken telepathic conversation with the intimidating werewolves in the room, but this was not the weirdest thing that had happened to them lately, so they started to strip.
“Oh, great, first I was captured by aliens, then I have to strip in front of a bunch of perverted space wolves,” said Ashley.
The rest of them didn’t say anything. They all peeled off their outer clothing.
Leona was slightly amazed by how many layers of clothing the Canadians had to peel off. The North must be pretty cold, if they needed so much.
Thor was looking at the very attractive, scantily clad women with a little too much interest. “Well, how about that!” said the system-amplified Thor-voice.
Leona turned to him with a jealous look. “Hey, wolf boy! Look somewhere else—I can hear your thoughts, remember? That goes for the rest of you wolves too!”
The commandos hastily averted their eyes, looking abashed. Huge werewolves, looking embarrassed? Quite the sight. The Canadians looked a bit reassured by this, though Rebecca still looked very anxious.
“This has got to be some sort of special hell—my wife can hear every naughty, lecherous thought that goes through my head,” thought Thor. “I’m so screwed!”
“I heard that!” Leona said with menace in her voice.
Commander Gupta decided that he and Constable Bhatnagar would go and reconnoiter the storage room. Leona had obtained a task pass for them, but it was still tense in the lab as they left, arms full of the Canadians’ clothing.
Most of the wolves were sleeping masses of fur, lying all over the floor. Except, that is, for the poor wolf that had been released from the torture chamber—he was lying in a corner with a long dog-whine going. One of his comrades tried to comfort him and he just growled at him. Thor decided to keep a close eye on that wolf.
Thor was also getting some mental blocking training from Arjun, who was the most talented of the telepaths.
“There are three kinds of telepathic interactions. They are what I call broadcast , specific , and invasive or intrusive . Broadcast is basically what transpires when you are shouting with your mind. I may not wish to hear what you are saying, but I cannot prevent myself from hearing it. Specific is direct contact between two or more persons. This was the communication between you and Mrs. Stevenson, your wife, when she was talking to you telepathically at our prison. Intrusive telepathy is what happens if one of the Mind-Breakers goes into one’s mind and pulls out information that one did not want to give up. I will teach you how to block this, but not how to do it,” said Arjun.
“Right, three types—got it,” thought Thor, already getting bored with this training. On the other hand, he had managed to get his engineering degree, hadn’t he? A mental image of his old university textbooks flashed before his inner eye.
“Yes, yes, very basic!” said Arjun. “However, these skills are essential to being able to hide or wage war in our present situation. So we will begin with avoiding broadcasting and then progress to doing specific transmissions.”
“OK, sounds good,” agreed Thor. “How do we do it?”
“You will try to talk with me specifically, and if Vihaan hears you,” Arjun said, pointing to the other adept sitting beside Will, “he will get up and hit you.”
“Riiiight…wait, what?”
Leona was sitting at the desk with a vacant look in her eyes, which meant she was in contact with the system. She gave direct instruction to one of the wolves to bring the corpse of one of the aliens over to
“I guess the simplest thing to do would be to bring something to the room for storage,” thought Thor.
“We do not have anything we could put in that storage area,” thought Commander Gupta.
“Yes, we do! You Canadians, please strip down to your underwear,” said Leona.
The Canadians were shocked because they still were not able to associate the spoken telepathic conversation with the intimidating werewolves in the room, but this was not the weirdest thing that had happened to them lately, so they started to strip.
“Oh, great, first I was captured by aliens, then I have to strip in front of a bunch of perverted space wolves,” said Ashley.
The rest of them didn’t say anything. They all peeled off their outer clothing.
Leona was slightly amazed by how many layers of clothing the Canadians had to peel off. The North must be pretty cold, if they needed so much.
Thor was looking at the very attractive, scantily clad women with a little too much interest. “Well, how about that!” said the system-amplified Thor-voice.
Leona turned to him with a jealous look. “Hey, wolf boy! Look somewhere else—I can hear your thoughts, remember? That goes for the rest of you wolves too!”
The commandos hastily averted their eyes, looking abashed. Huge werewolves, looking embarrassed? Quite the sight. The Canadians looked a bit reassured by this, though Rebecca still looked very anxious.
“This has got to be some sort of special hell—my wife can hear every naughty, lecherous thought that goes through my head,” thought Thor. “I’m so screwed!”
“I heard that!” Leona said with menace in her voice.
Commander Gupta decided that he and Constable Bhatnagar would go and reconnoiter the storage room. Leona had obtained a task pass for them, but it was still tense in the lab as they left, arms full of the Canadians’ clothing.
Most of the wolves were sleeping masses of fur, lying all over the floor. Except, that is, for the poor wolf that had been released from the torture chamber—he was lying in a corner with a long dog-whine going. One of his comrades tried to comfort him and he just growled at him. Thor decided to keep a close eye on that wolf.
Thor was also getting some mental blocking training from Arjun, who was the most talented of the telepaths.
“There are three kinds of telepathic interactions. They are what I call broadcast , specific , and invasive or intrusive . Broadcast is basically what transpires when you are shouting with your mind. I may not wish to hear what you are saying, but I cannot prevent myself from hearing it. Specific is direct contact between two or more persons. This was the communication between you and Mrs. Stevenson, your wife, when she was talking to you telepathically at our prison. Intrusive telepathy is what happens if one of the Mind-Breakers goes into one’s mind and pulls out information that one did not want to give up. I will teach you how to block this, but not how to do it,” said Arjun.
“Right, three types—got it,” thought Thor, already getting bored with this training. On the other hand, he had managed to get his engineering degree, hadn’t he? A mental image of his old university textbooks flashed before his inner eye.
“Yes, yes, very basic!” said Arjun. “However, these skills are essential to being able to hide or wage war in our present situation. So we will begin with avoiding broadcasting and then progress to doing specific transmissions.”
“OK, sounds good,” agreed Thor. “How do we do it?”
“You will try to talk with me specifically, and if Vihaan hears you,” Arjun said, pointing to the other adept sitting beside Will, “he will get up and hit you.”
“Riiiight…wait, what?”
Leona was sitting at the desk with a vacant look in her eyes, which meant she was in contact with the system. She gave direct instruction to one of the wolves to bring the corpse of one of the aliens over to
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