Staring vacantly into a holographic wall painting, Jac’s mind wandered, a multitude of thoughts simultaneously crossing every synapse and then blinking out like a collapsing star, almost matching the tumult of the painting nearby. The painting shifted and warped into various images, a war of color and shape being fought tooth and nail to match the personality of the man who stood next to it. Intellect tests said he was brilliant, though he considers them about as useful as those who administer them. Because of them the government extends an invitation to join the Science Committee, which he promptly returns to sender or even blatantly ignores, feeling his place to be on the streets helping people the only way he truly feels he can. Though technically a freelance detective, he is considered one of the best officers in the city, even gaining honorary status with the sector C police department. Which is where he is now, waiting for the Police Chief to finish his briefing of another two officers, likely the same case he was called here for. A brief tap on the shoulder was all that was needed to grab his attention, his grey eyes immediately locking onto the poor intern with a steely gaze.