#2 FLASH: The Imposter
*Flash*-(v) What a person sees just before they have a vision or a flashback. Just before a person pictures something in the minds eye, there is a period where the brain has to switch between the two. The area between the two types of conciousness is a bright flash of light which lasts a millisecond, which is not usualy registered by the human mind.
*FLASH*
Jack finished sweeping the floor and brought out the dustpan and scooped what was left on the floor into the pan. He walked to the garbage can and tossed it all out. He sighed as he returned the broom to the closet and began to run water into a bucket as he set up the mop.
*Flash*
"When was the kidnapping called in?"
"Over two hours ago?"
*Flash*
Jack suddenly turned his gaze to the door of the closet. He closed his eyes and concentrated?
*Flash*
"You said the parents are dead?"
"They were shot with a pistol."
"And they took the daughter?"
"That's correct."
"Who called the warning in?"
"The next door neighbor. We have a scheduled interview with the god parents?"
*Flash*
Jack pulled out of it as soon as he felt the water on his leg. He cursed and backed away almost slipping on the water. He reached over and turned the water off. He cursed again as he looked at the water which was spilled over the tiles.
He grabbed a new mop and began to sop the water up. He tried to close his eyes but couldn't hear any more. He reopened them and sighed, "What was that all about?" he asked as he looked down the hall to see nobody there.
Sopping up the water he had spilled gave him time to think about what he had heard. He wanted to hear more, he had no idea why, but he felt he had to look at the case itself. As whipped his head and then got an idea. He quickly mopped up the area and he had planned. Eventually he reached Agent Janson's office. He stopped to think for a little while longer before knocking on the door. As soon as he found what he was going to say he knocked on the door and waited for Fredrick's to answer the door.
Come in!" He called out from inside the office.
Jack opened the door and set his eyes on the man who had brought him to the low state of janitorial work. The man was well groomed and was busy at his work. He looked up and saw Jack. His face immediately went sour, "What do you want Pullman?" He said making no attempt to cloak the acid in his voice.
"I am going to be cleaning your office tonight Agent Janson. So don't put anything you don't want to have thrown away before you leave tonight." He said in his normal dark toned voice.
"Yea, right, fine." Jack nodded and turned to walk back out, "Can I ask you a question Agent Pullman?"
"Jack leaned against the door frame and sighed, "Yup."
"How fucking crazy are you?" he asked leaning back in his seat. Jack turned to look at him but said nothing, "Okay, I can understand you are psychotic, but, why did you do it? Do you truly have no conscience?"
Jack glared at him, "You know the answer to that. You know I have no conscience. I did it because, she died, but for what. I needed her testimony. "
"Jesus Christ Jack! The life itself meant nothing to you?"
"She was the key to catching that guy, and I, got angry, I lost it."
"Yelling is loosing it. But throwing a fucking I.V. pole out the window and throwing a plant at a wall is just, I don't' know what that would be."
Jack sighed, "Are you going anywhere with this?" he asked impatiently not enjoying the direction of the conversation.
No but?"
"Then shut the fuck up. You got what you wanted. I am a federal agent doing janitorial work. I am only two weeks in the FBI. Now, clean your shit up before you leave tonight." He said and slammed the door shut.