[h2]Anonymous Investigations[/h2]
The office of Anonymous Investigations could be found in an apartment building in downtown Central City. It wasn't an actual office at first, John and Dr. Erdel had to do a bit of renovating, and having a stained window with the office's title printed on it installed in the door. The apartment wasn't scrapped completely, however, it still had a small bedroom and kitchen area, as so John could live there and be able to work from home simultaneously. Within the office itself, a desk faced the front door, on it was some paperwork that had yet to be filed away, as well as what was left of John's lunch: outer crusts from slices of day-old pizza and a half-drank can of cola. Nothing gourmet about it, but John's profession sometimes demanded that he live on a budget.

John himself had been on this planet for about a year's time, and in that time he had managed to attract some of the more... stranger clientele. His first few cases were... not even real cases honestly. Missing pets, the occasional cheating spouse, but nothing especially significant. But it all started with a case he did a few months back involving, of all things, a dog who had somehow acquired a metahuman ability. Yes, seriously. The animal's power was to essentially generate amplified shockwaves in its barks. The case itself actually started out as a simple search for what the neighborhood initially assumed was a vandal that was knocking over mailboxes and denting car doors. Despite his own... secrets, John was still surprised when he discovered that the "vandal" was in fact a super-powered dog. John's clients insisted that the animal be put down, but John himself wouldn't allow it, and instead turned the animal over to S.T.A.R. Labs, since they were capturing metahumans anyway.

Ever since that case, John began receiving requests from clients under the impression that he specialized in metahumans and other cases with strange circumstances. These sorts of cases were dangerous, since there was always the risk of these things causing John to become exposed. Then again, the Flash was only one man and, fast as he is, he couldn't be everywhere at once and do everything. Perhaps John was somehow meant to contribute to the metahuman problems, albeit in his own way?

Which brings us to today. John was reading a file he put together about his current case. A bar a few blocks over was burned down in a fire a little over a week ago, naturally The Flash zipped by in time to save the bar's owner and the patrons who were inside when it happened. Police determined that the fire was an accident, but the owner, a young woman named Cynthia Reynolds, came to John and insisted that it was no accident. She claimed to see a figure among the flames, one that seemed to be spreading the flames with their hands. Of course, the police didn't believe her, and she never had a chance to talk to Flash about it. She'd heard about the incident with John and the meta dog and asked him to help. John normally treated cases of this nature with utmost scrutiny, sometimes they were fake after all. But this girl was different. From the moment John first saw her, he [i]sensed[/i] something about her, and when a Martian sensed something, it was usually wise to trust those instincts. John accepted the request and promised to find the truth.

"Hmm..." he hummed to himself aloud, "...I don't believe there have been any Metahumans with fire-based powers... at least not yet. Still, something about this doesn't sit right." He'd be lying if John said he wasn't a little afraid. Martians were fairly powerful beings compared to humans... but they could be rendered helpless by fire. If there was a fire-wielding metahuman out there, then taking him on would be more than just dangerous... it could potentially be suicidal.