Agent Harrison held back a frustrated sigh. He had known it would a bad idea to reveal himself like that, to just stand up and walk to the front. He had felt it run down his spine like a shiver. He had written it off as nervousness, but now he couldn't help but think it was a premonition. What was done was done though, and now, as he stood before this vile man, this-- this... Now wasn't the time to let his emotions get the better of him, Harrison knew that. He had to [i]think![/i] But how could he with all these twisted and mutilated auras? Everything felt muddled and confused, twisted and distorted. Suddenly though, in his earpiece he heard the voice from one of his fellow agents cut through the fog:[i]"Anyone got an idea on how to break the control? I'm afraid that if they're still under his control when we kill him, they'll die too, and I don't want to have to clean up more corpses than absolutely necessary."[/i]

She was right- albeit a bit insensitive. This "pastor" -if he could even be called that- was dangerous, but the extent of his powers were also unknown. What [i]would[/i] happen to those under his control if that tie was broken? Would it somehow harm them? He had heard of such things happening with psychic links before, but he wasn't sure. And if the agents did attack him, then what? No doubt his "followers" would rise to defend him, innocent bystanders who would be punished for nothing more than a desire to believe in something greater than themselves. It was probably best not to make a bad situation worse. Sure, things looked pretty dire now, but there could still be an alternative to total chaos - and the pain any violence would bring Harrison. For the time being, Harrison decided it would be best to stall the pastor, to try to get a read on him and his powers.

He didn't move, he didn't even blink. If he needed to defend himself or his team members, he would, but until that moment, he would focus every ounce of his powers to get some sort of read on the pastor, to try to gather any form of information he could. There wasn't much else he could do now, and if the pastor did have any other tricks up his sleeve, it was Harrison's job to try to find it out.