"Alright,"  said Wagner, picking up a remote-control like device from the cabin wall next to him. He clicked it once a large flat screen rolled down over the small hall to the cockpit. Further back a corresponding projector clicked to life. The first picture up was, perhaps a hint of what was to come, though it didn't see all that supernatural.<br/><br/>On the screen it was a simple high-way, a crime scene by the looks of it, with a young black woman, lying naked in the middle of the road, no apparent wounds, but definitely dead, eyes still open.<br/><br/>"This," he said, "is our latest Jane Doe, every two days, a body has been found on this road. This one was found yesterday morning, which means we are expecting another by tomorrow morning. The victims are always adults, fit, and none apparently over the age of forty. Cause of death is unknown, no distinguishing marks on the bodies, and no apparent identity, even in the federal database."<br/><br/>He clicked the remote again, and the picture changed to photographs of each victim's face, obviously taken before an autopsy.<br/><br/>"So far, we have eight victims," he said. "The local sheriff called it in as a possible serial murder case. It got kicked down to us, because of this."<br/><br/>He clicked the remote again, and the picture changed into a bone, cut, with a variety of measurements along the side of the picture, height, weight, width, density, and others with less obvious meanings.<br/><br/>"This bone is from the first victim," he said, "its regional markers indicate the person lived in Louisiana, likely on a plantation, from about 1770, to 1800. This bone is two-hundred years old. It was found inside a victim who died two weeks ago. Two more victims have been tested, with the same results, give or take about ten years. DNA testing and analysis of bone wear, indicates that our victims all had the skeletons of plantation slaves from two-hundred years ago."<br/><br/>He pressed the remote to switch off the screen, and sat down.<br/><br/>"Any questions?" he said, this time seemingly, exhausted. He had questions, this time, and he wasn't sure he wanted them answered.