9:55 AM, CST Fargo Airport

Flynn parked the rental car, reflecting on the strange morning.

~

Jack had had a rotten night as well, Flynn could tell.

Anyway, he was trying to wake himself up, when Agent Kincaid approached him.

"Morning, Flynn"

"Good morning, agent Kincaid" Flynn tried to be as cheerful as his acting-skills could let him after two hours of sleep.

He was very tired. Flynn was having nightmares during the day as well! [Maybe they're not dreams,] Flynn's mind began a horrifying thought-proces, [Maybe they're memories.... NO!! It can't be I would never...]

Sterling interrupted his thoughts with a "New orders for you..."

~

Flynn had had trouble keeping the car on the road some time, but now he was getting better. He had stopped along the way and gotten two cups of coffee, and it was clearing his mind up.

He walked inside the airport, still a bit cranky. He'd just arrived for godsake! Now he was being transfered again...

An agent was waiting for him. Flynn knew he was being abrupt, but at this point he didn't care.

Suddenly the agent mentioned a name that sounded very familiar. "Damien Cunningham?"

"Yeah."

[What the..?] "I thought he was Chief of Forensics."

"He is. He's just filling in for Ekert, who was killed last night."

Flynn resisted the urge to ask him who the hell Ekert was. He would have to do something about this bad mood of his!


10.30 AM

He met up with the "gang" and introduced himself, apologizing for his lateness.

Flynn was still tired, and as soon as he sat down in the plane-seat, his eyes closed. But the sleep didn't come. He half-listened to the conversation between his new team-mates.

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