[h2]Obsidian[/h2]
Ms. Reynolds' bar, or what was left of it, lay in ruin. The fire had long been extinguished, but the damage was done. Ash and soot were all over the floor, the walls covered in cracks and scorch marks. John stepped through the nonexistent door and passed his gaze over the ruined bar. Cynthia said she'd seen something, a person in the flames. How, though? The smoke and heat alone would have suffocated them even before the fire touched them. And why were there no other witnesses? Even the Flash showed up at the incident and [i]he[/i] apparently saw no one. Something about this was not right, and now it was John's job to figure out why. His first action was to come here, get a feel for the scene of the incident before doing anything else, the sooner the better. The nature of psychic power wasn't an exact science, but it usually functioned better when there is no potential for bias to cloud the mind, hence why John came to the bar first and foremost.

He closed his eyes, attempting to see into the history of the establishment. The exact nature and effectiveness of a Martian's psychic power varied depending on the individual, and while John was typically more skilled at reading human thoughts he figured this was worth a try. He began walk slowly around the bar, going out of his way to touch the wall, a table, or the bar counter in the hopes of sensing something worthwhile. And John lucked out, hitting the jackpot as he stopped suddenly and saw a vision. The fire was blazing, patrons were trying to escape only to be rescued by Flash. Cynthia appeared to be the last one out and she looked directly at John just before Flash pulled her out of the place. Instinctively, John turned around to see what she saw, and came face to face with a pitch oxygen mask before finding himself back in the present again.

[i]So there was someone... and he wore a mask to survive the smoke and lack of oxygen. Perhaps it wasn't a metahuman after all, but a normal human arsonist?[/i] John thought to himself as he hurriedly left. In any case, the bar fire was no accident, and until he could find a way to prove it with evidence, than the arson would remain free and at large. John's next stop? C.C.P.D.

[h2]Central City Police Department[/h2]
When he arrived, John approached the front desk. When asked what he needed, John presented his identification as a private eye, "Is there any public information available for the fire that burned down a bar called Obsidian? My client needs it for an insurance claim." when he made the request, John also let the receptionist see the contract he made with Cynthia proving that she was indeed his client and John was here on her behalf.

"You'll have to request it from the lab tech who performed the investigation. Let me see... the assigned tech was Barry Allen. His lab is right here, so if you wish to wait he'll turn up soon." she said, monotone in her voice suggesting that she was bored, probably having dealt with this sort of thing all the time. John nodded and looked for a bench to wait in. Surely this Barry Allen would turn up sooner or later.