#8 FLASH: Charly Wilks
"I thought you weren't allowd to smoke in public buildings." the sinsister voice said on the other line.
"How did you get this number?" he asked as he looked over to Heartman trying to get his attention.
"Why would you ask such a stupid question as that. Don't get his attention. If you make any moves at all I will fire a shot strait into his gut, putting him in diapers for the rest of his life. And you wouldn't want that, would you Jack? I am surprised that you didn't see it when we first met. I knew it."
"And what would that be exactly?" he asked as blew smoke from his nostrals.
"I hate those stupid little games. Dont' try to stall..."
"Who is it Jack?" Max asked looking up at him. He wanted to answer his newly aquired parter, but couldn't.
"...We are the same Jack. We have the same exact gift. Your little, flash. I know what it is. And so do you."
"Jack?:" Max asked with a worried face as he began to stand up."
"Tell him to sit his ass back down."
"Sit back down Max." He said without even looking at him.
"Thats better, we don't want him getting up and walking around do we? It ruins my shot." The man said in his soothing, yet sinister and calm voice.
Jack reached over and put his palm down on the desk and leaned on it, "Don't do that! Can't you hold still for five fucking minutes?"
*FLASH*
Fredricks looked at the wall as the red warning light began to flash on and off. He grabbed his phone and pressed one of the buttons, "We got him!"
*FLASH*
"I am very impressed by the way you handle this case. Nobody ever would have linked me and Charly Wilks together. I can not remember anybody gettign farther then you have on me. You are a miracle worker Jack. Thats all I have to say about that!"
*FLASH*
"Vancouver, did you spot him yet?" Fredricks as he aimed the rifle through the shaded windows. lookign out the scopes at the windows.
"Not yet sir!"
Fredricks cursed under his breath and moved his scope to the next window, "Wher ethe fuck are you you little bitch!" he whispered to himself.
*FLASH*
We have our own little game we are playing. I have to admit, I do not thing it is very fun. But it seems to keep you occupied. I especialy like what you did to Fredricks. Bluffing him out like that. Genious work. I loved it!"
"What kinda game are you thinking of?"
"Oh, that was just an analogy. But it is interesting, that we are almost exact twins..."
*FLASH*
"I got him, I got a lock on teh son of a bitch!" he said as he staired at him through his scope. The dark figure was pointing a gun at Jack's window and his head was directly behind it. He could not see who he was, but the rifle had no movement what so ever. Perfectly still, as if the figure had no anxiety at all, "How the hell is that possible?" He asked himself, then moved his finger to the trigger and made sure he had a precise aim. He was no good at being a sniper, He wiped the sweat from his head and continued to try and keep the rifle steady...