Rowan had slipped into the Intelligence office just as someone left for a coffee. Still remaining as a small kitten, he bounded silently behind computer consoles and crept under desks, avoiding the cabling as he went. He was soon face to face with the ankles of the head of the department when he heard Drake's voice over the speakers in her terminal.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œHmmm? Rowan? Yeah. Send him to meet me for the kid with illusions. I was just about to ask you about bringing him out into the field. I know he has had intensive training between you, Sera and Lyno. I believe he is ready. I want his help on that one. Oh yeah...Lyno causing you trouble Analista?â€ he asked seriously. â€œEither way...I will contact him. The one who causing much destruction and chaos in central New York will be more up his alley. And Analista...go to bed.â€ He said seriously. â€œI am certain I saw you at that computer well over twenty-four hours ago and never once have you taken a nap. If you must...consider it an order. Have Gregory, your must trusted assistant, watch the screens for now. Alright my friend?â€</span><br/><br/>Rowan sat down and listened more intently, but there was an odd feeling in his head suddenly, and he heard Drake in his head that almost made him break his transformation, his small furry paws clamped down on his ears but it did not help. It took a moment to get used to it, and he figured out what it was.<br/><br/>Sera had given him a communicator, a small ear piece that could barely be seen from the outside, yet just like his clothing, had vanished in his transformation. He wasn't sure exactly where his clothes and things in his pockets went when he changed. He figured they either became a part of his new body, or his magic just made them vanish and reappear after he changed back. This sort of proved to him what happens to his stuff, as the earpiece was still working even though he was a tiny kitten under the desk. It kind of freaked him out.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> â€œRowan? You ready to come out into the field? I hope so. I think I might need you with this one. Yeah. Guy is seventeen. Deals with illusions and water. Pick up your goodies from Analista. Meet me at the zoo. Figured it be the less obvious place for a meetup. Seeing VIKKI haunts those less. I canâ€™t wait to work with you. See you soon.â€</span><br/><br/>Rowan shook his head violently to try and get the ringing to stop. He could oddly still hear the dull tone of the earpiece still powered on, like how some people can hear monitors or televisions that are powered on but blank. His shake caused his ears to flap and he inadvertently let out a small noise.<br/><br/>"Mew..." he squeaked. Then the ankles in front of him started to move. Crap. He was found out. He needed to get out of there and get going to New York somehow, but Analista was supposed to give him some 'goodies'. Whatever that was. He just wanted to peek inside this restricted room out of curiosity, but now when Analista finds him, he may be thrown out before he even got started...