Nah, that's the easy part," I said with a laugh. "Go out and try being *Tay* for an hour. See if you can work out his mind."
"Ok, what should I do?"
"Go back to the gym, work through his memories. What was he doing before I bumped into him? See if you can check his emails, personal stuff he would do."
He scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Ok, but he would shower after the gym and then get something to eat."
"Whatever, just meet me back here by seven."
I went to leave and Tay called over, "Hey! What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to try and work out a way for you to practice more," I told him and left.
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Chris had to learn how to access people's memories. I would only be a distraction if I stayed with him. He had to get out of the room, mingle, be Tay. It should be second nature to pick thoughts from the person he was inside.
I thought for a moment, I was inside his best friend Grant, but the time will come when I'd have to reveal myself. Something I wasn't looking forward to. I took a breath reminding myself that Chris' training had to come first.
My thought's turned back to tonight. The gym and bar on the twelfth seemed like a good place to start. In the elevator I looked at myself in the mirror. I needed a new look, it was too conspicuous wandering around the hotel looking like this, a staff member perhaps?
My prayers were answered as the doors slid open. At the gym's reception desk I saw a guy--heavy set, wearing a lavender shirt--talking to a personal trainer; a stocky guy in a black vest, cropped hair and a beard. They seemed to be going through items on a clipboard.
I waited at the lift kicking my heels, either one would be suitable to move around the hotel. After a few moments the guy wearing the shirt turned and walked towards ms, he looked about twenty-three.
Stabbing at the call button I waited for the lift only to be joined by the guy.