<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Thomas Wong Lee - The Psychic</span></div><br/><br/>Los Angeles, California<br/>The Abandoned Warehouse<br/>Continuing Time<br/><br/>Bert produced a piece of paper that naturally caught Tommy's interest very deeply. Having raised his brow, it looked like the psychic got fascinated by it. No, the autopsy itself was uninteresting. The way it got preformed, however, seemed to be something of an issue. Peering around the sheet of paper for a time, he looked over shoulders if necessary to satiate his curiosity. Eventually he merely exhaled. "You know, rush job is a bit of an understatement."<br/><br/>He then smirked to himself. It wasn't because the situation was funny. There wasn't anything funny about this situation at all. Rather he was being cocky, once again. Tommy himself seemed to have caught onto the fact that this was a poorly performed job. Everyone was going to do that, though. It wasn't particularly interesting in that respect.<br/><br/>What he thought was the most important part of this all was the fact that he was going to get the opportunity to prove to everyone that he wasn't just crazy or making things up. "You're right, you could use the report to wipe your ass. However, there's a chance I could be able to get a reading off it. Many hands must have touched this so far. I could get a reading of who they were. If not, then maybe we could visit the people who made it, and then I could give 'em the old one two! A good ol' Chicago Haymaker, right?"<br/><br/>For a moment it seemed like he was entertaining himself with a shadow-boxing routine of his own invention. Considering the way Tommy usually acted what was the most surprising about this, though, was that his moves weren't all that bad. He actually did have some decent boxing form. Generally he had a bad habit of making bold claims that in the face of fire never held up.<br/><br/>Maybe this, though, would have held up if the situation required it to. For the time, though, it hadn't really looked like there was anyone here to fight just yet. Soon enough he found himself looking over toward James and offering him a wry smile from behind closed eyes. The events that had just transpired certainly made it look like Tommy's powers were something of fact. Every time someone had begun to doubt it seemed like he was able to do something to plant a seed of belief all over again.<br/><br/>In spite of the fact that he was a wise guy who didn't always show the most respect, Tommy ultimately shot an icy glare over at Bert in response to that joke. It seemed like he didn't much like that considering the fact that a man had died in all of this. Sometimes it looked like there was some forgetfulness over that fact. What pulled him out of this, though, was the look that Claude had offered him.<br/><br/>"So they found that quick way to write off his death like that, then? Sounds like what they would have done. I'd love to put a crippler cross-face on the jerk who filled out that form." It was then that Alexandra herself started to speak.<br/><br/>Taking the paper that she had offered him, Tommy dropped his entire bravado and looked straight up into her eyes. She seemed to have some sway over him. He always seemed to shape up when she spoke. Nodding carefully, he looked down at the form. His eyes showed a level of disgust as he was reading it. "Where did you want to talk...out here or in private?"<br/><br/>It looked like he figured that this could have taken some level of discretion.