Sam Brooks and the Case of the Missing Tsdf Weapon

Previously

…He clenched his fists, his knuckles white. He felt a surge of desperate energy, a raw, untamed power bubbling beneath the surface. It was the same energy that fueled his outbursts, that made him a difficult student. But now, for the first time, he felt it coalesce with a desperate clarity. He had to find the weapon. He had to clear his name. And if the only way to do that was to finally master this damned telepathic training, then he would. He would listen to the weapons. He would speak their language. He would find the Tsdf weapon, and in doing so, he would find the truth. The shadow of suspicion had fallen upon him, but beneath it, a flicker of resolve began to glow.