The question was voiced mentally, the boy decided it couldn't be important enough for him to stop what he was doing. One hand came up to rub at the side of his for a minute. The agitation was gnawing at his thoughts and starting to give him a headache. Nonetheless, the keys continued to click in commands that coaxed the computer into allowing him access into the government's files.
At last the network gave what he wanted, and yet it wasn't what he wanted at all. Whoever the telekinetic was trying to find could not be found, at least not through this government database. Frustrated he shutdown the computer took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain stoic, at least on the surface.