J.J. Smith
John Jacob Smith is a seasoned police officer from Georgetown, known for his bravery and unique involvement in managing time anomalies. He has become a pivotal figure in handling temporal disturbances, working undercover as Agent 93 for a secretive organization tasked with protecting the temporal integrity of his environment. Early Career and Experiences John Jacob Smith has been a fixture... sat in his dimly lit office, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. The only light came from the flickering video, casting shadows that danced across his face. He had watched the footage countless times, each replay etching the scene deeper into his mind. The marketplace buzzed with life, vendors shouting, people laughing. It was a perfect, sunny day, a stark contrast to the horror that unfolded.
“Replay the last thirty seconds,” he murmured, rubbing his tired eyes. The AI obediently complied, and the scene played again. Private Kai Jensen, just a young soldier, mingling with the crowd. Then, a sudden, violent explosion. Jensen was thrown through the air, shrapnel cutting through his body. As the life drained from his eyes, he reached out, fingers grasping at the empty air—a tragic end to a beautiful day.
“Pause,” J.J. whispered, leaning closer to the screen. He scanned the scene again, searching for anything he might have missed. “AI, analyze all the footage. Look for any faces that seem out of place. Anything suspicious.”
“Order confirmed,” the AI responded in its calm, mechanical tone. “The bomb analysis report is complete.”
J.J. leaned back, the weight of the day’s events pressing down on him. “Go on,” he prompted.
“The bomb was composed of homemade thermite, gunpowder, phosphorus, and metal projectiles. A primitive but effective explosive. No known faction has used such an improvised device.”
J.J. nodded slowly, jotting down notes. “And the coroner’s report?”
“The cause of death was due to shrapnel and massive trauma from the explosion,” the AI replied. “I will inform you when the video footage analysis is complete.”
J.J. sighed, staring blankly at the screen. “Why?” he muttered to himself. “Why such a heinous act? Was he targeted?” He flipped through his notes, trying to connect the dots. The shop where the bomb detonated was slated for demolition, set to become a park. None of it made sense.
“Contact the landlord or owner of the building,” J.J. said aloud, jotting it down. “Did they have any disgruntled employees?”
These questions hung heavy in the air, unanswered and haunting. He knew he had a long night ahead, more footage to review, more leads to follow. But one thing was clear—he wouldn’t stop until he uncovered the truth behind Private Kai Jensen’s tragic death.
