"Okay... That is really strange." Trevor stood up, causing her to stand. He swept the book away and put it back neatly, along with the other book.<br/><br/>"The Vectormasters, or so they were called, could control anything, with their secret training, they can do as they please. Here's an example, you want to rob a bank, you walk in, vector the security door open, bullets fly to you but since you have training, the bullets reflect to kill their owners. That's why the Psi classes ganged up on the Vectormasters." Trevor drew out a book and flipped through the pages, glancing quickly then stuffiing it back. "My friend, yes, the unhinged fella, might be able to train you in the basics but as for the Vectormaster's secret arts, you would have to search it out. So, wanna meet him? I tell you more on the decline of the Vectormasters later, because..." and right on cue, the Librarian stepped into the row of shelves.<br/><br/>"Oh, hello." Trevor said bashfully as the Librarian swelled in anger.<br/><br/>"Get out!"