"Command, this is ground response- a major accident – a plane crash has been confirmed in the John F. Kennedy airport. Time of crash approx. at 3:33 to 3:35 am in the morning of June 6th,2026. Aircraft is down near the main runway perimeter. We have heavy fire and multiple debris fields. Casualties are high—initial estimate over 80, repeat, over 80 casualties. Requesting immediate medical surge and full emergency activation. Advise the IIC we have a mass-casualty situation.", reported a Radio transmission.
The crash site was now filled with Ambulances escorting injured passengers carried by paramedics, fire trucks extinguishing fire and preventing explosions, and local police fending off Reporters and the crowd.
"James, where in the hell were you? The accident occurred nearly 2 hours ago and you just arrived now" said a familiar police officer, a friend of James.
James ignored his question and crossed the yellow tape to enter the crash site. "Sir you cannot enter the premises, this is strictly…" The junior officer was stopped by the same friend of James and said "He is still more important in this case than you or I could ever be. He is the Investigator-in Charge of this case"
"Stop talking and start talking" said James in a cold tone which resembled a voice which had seen many depression, deception in life. He was bored.
"Well as you may have already heard the Boeing-777 crashed at about 3:33 – 3:35 am with more than 80 casualties and many injured. Well about the more classified things, we have recovered a recording from the Cockpit voice recorder. You have to here it, it is strange and also hugely leading towards something much deeper"
As the friend talked more about the case, a box with a label 'TOP SECRET' was brought to James.
It had an Audio recorder which recorded the conversation between the 2 pilots who rode the airplane which was now scattered now into many debris.
Recorded time- 3:28 am – Conversation between Lucas and Jason
"How was life lately Jason?"
"Yeah it is going well…"
"Well how about your wife and your child. How are they…?"
"Jason… Jason…"
"Jason what are you doing? Jason why are you steering away from the course!!! Jason, what are you doing???!!!"
- "The conversation ended here sir", said a new face "Hello sir I am the lead Forensic Psychologist, Owen Parker and I have found us some clues that leads to a new twist"
"And what would that be, Doctor?" asked James' friend curiously.
"Well you see, I mean you did hear that in this conversation Jason, the Captain of this late Airplane was not very much involved in this conversation…"
"Maybe it was due to his sincerity to his duty." Said the same officer who proceeded to chuckle to ease the stress.
"Let us go somewhere else to have a private chat, Doctor" said the silent but irritated figure of James.
After James told that, both himself and the Doctor proceeded towards the now destroyed Cockpit of the plane.
"So what is it you conclude Doctor?" asked James. "The thing is I doubt that the Captain was in some kind of Acute Stress reaction(ASR) or in simple terms a PSYCHOLOGICAL SHOCK. It is a response towards a terrifying, traumatic or surprising experience. But here it may well be a traumatic shock."
"How do you come to such a conclusion? It could be anything, why a psychological shock.", hesitated James.
"Well a few days ago, I had a prison interview with a Death row inmate who was being prosecuted for Murder. The interesting thing about this case was that he shot himself to DEATH with the gun of a nearby police officer."
"What was the reason and what has it to do anything with this case?" asked James nonchalantly as he himself was bored of life and was ready to die without a thought.
"We had not been able to find out the reason but he surely had the same ASR…he was pursued easily for murder not because he confessed his guilt in the court nor was he some wanted criminal….."
HE JUST STOOD THERE IN THE CRIME SCENE WHERE HE MURDERED THE ENTIRE FAMILY OF TWO CHILDREN, A FATHER AND A MOTHER WITH THE KNIFE COVERED IN THE BLOOD IN HIS OWN HAND WITH NO GUILT NOR ANY FEAR IN HIS EYES LIKE A COLD EMOTIONLESS STATUE
HE KILLED HIMSELF WHEN…
HE KILLED HIMSELF WHEN…
I…I ASKED HIM ABOUT HIS WIFE AND HIS TWO CHILDREN
Two months have gone by since the accident and now I am back in my same old life in my LUXURIOUS but BORING LIFE. You may think as an IIC, I may be living a damn easy life with no struggle or need for money.
It is true that I am in no need for surplus money but it isn't true that I am fulfilled with my life. I still want something, something I don't know.
The Lead Forensic psychologist was truly a Psychiatrist who usually was involved in investigating the mental health of Death row inmates.
He wanted me to come to his clinic someday when I was free because he believed I was slowly pushed to depression. I scarcely had any job so I decided to go to his clinic today on Thursday.
It was Monday when I went to the Doctor's clinic in Novigrad, which means "New city" in Slavic countries.
I saw the visiting card the doctor gave me and I was right in front of the location. But it was locked, I neither sighed nor felt any need for this consultation.
But when I turned back to start my journey towards home I SAW SOMETHING, NO IT WAS SOMEBODY, AN ANGELIC FIGURE WITH A WHITE ROBE ABOVE HIS WHITE COAT, GOLDEN HAIR BUT I DARED NOT LOOK UPON HIS FACE, I DID NOT KNOW WHY.
Then came a voice so soothing it could melt anyone's soul, he said that he was the assistant of Owen Parker and then proceeded to walk beside me leading me again to the closed door of the clinic.
He then opened the lock but I did not see the lock being opened, I only heard it. All I saw was him, I was looking at him from his behind thinking how one could be so majestic.
As I was thinking, he called out me by my name
"Let's go inside, Mr. James"
But I never remembered telling him my name but when I asked how he knew my name he told me that
"You just introduced yourself to me" but he did so unlike others who would tease me or call me names and laugh but he did not do such acts, he just moved on from the topic.
We went into the clinic. It looked like how an average clinic should look like, a long queue of chairs in the reception hall in a small room which was near the next room of the Doctor but today it had no doc.
He then entered the Doctor's room which was tidy, arranged with files in the cabinets and sat on the sofa opposite to which I sat on but still dared not look upon his face.
He then called me again by my name, a soothing angelic voice and said,
"Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Owen Parker had gone out on some important business and will not be able to see you this week and hence as a compensation I will be helping or consulting for free for you, lucky you"
"Oh no no, I am not his patient. I just came here to visit him as a guest or at least as an Investigator…", I sighed.
"I see you don't have many good friends to talk to, do you? If not you could think of me as your friend that may help a bit in our conversation and now look at me, look in my eyes and talk with me, anything you wish you could talk about to me that you have not been able to say to the others…"
- these were the exact words that came out of his mouth. I remember them clearly but I never saw his face nor his eyes.
Two hours passed and it was time for my bus, I thanked him for listening to all my blabbering. He said, "I am glad you got someone to talk all your worries to" and then went off.
I was a different person from that day on.
Three years ago, me, my wife and my only girl child, Anna went on a road trip to Las Vegas. And I was the one driving then.
It was an empty road, an empty straight road, so I took up the speed driving at 100kmph. Then suddenly… a truck hit us from the side my wife was seated on from a path I hadn't foreseen.
Both my wife and Anna died. I was the only one that remained alive. I cried out for help, unable to take them both in my own hands...I CRIED OUT FOR HELP…But none came.
From that day on I felt GUILTY. IT WAS LIKE I WAS THE REASON THAT THEY BOTH DIED. Everywhere where I went for therapy everyone said it was just a "SURVIVOR GUILT" and none had the time to listen to my story.
Everyone was busy with other patients and hence I did not go to any more therapies.
Until I met him the Angel, no more like a GOD-LIKE BEING who descended into this world just to listen to my words, just to listen to me cry out, I wanted him to be with me for eternity but it did not last long.
And hence from that day on I was a different person, someone who was not feeling guilty anymore to KILLING TWO PEOPLE OF MY OWN FAMILY.
I started talking to everybody, even with my annoying friend, the one who kept interrupting our private talk.
I WANTED TO TALK TO 'GOD' JUST ONE MORE TIME.
So I went to the clinic again only to be met with a tragedy. THE DOCTOR, OWEN PARKER HAD BEEN MURDERED.
BUT I HAD NO TIME TO MOURN FOR OTHERS' DEATHS. I HAVE TO TALK TO GOD.
I asked the clinic's Receptionist about the location of GOD. She saw me in a strange way and asked me in a disgusted way, "What is the name of the GOD?"
Yes, I did not even know the name of my own GOD, nor have I seen his Face or his eyes. But I remembered something and asked her once again for the location of the Doctor's assistant.
"BUT THE DOCTOR DOESN'T HAVE ANY ASSISTANT"