There were five blocks away and could see the massive billow of smoke coming from the now raging fire in the cars rear view mirror before john realised he wasn't breathing regularly.. He welcomed the sirens of several fire trucks as they sped towards the fire [i]45 seconds. On time.[/i] He thought as he felt himself for the first time start to feel in control of the night. He knew this was a false feeling. Like finding your balance on a boat. Your feet may have found their footing, but all it took was a small nudge and the boat was flipped and you were in the water. He was swimming while looking for a life boat with Josephine. The only problem was the waters of this city were icy cold and had sharks that were looking for blood. 

The emphasis his partner added to the word psychic was deliberate and understandable. He knew the stigma of being a precog wasn't so much the fear that they knew more than others. It was a underlining feeling of not understanding. It was something that could not be fully explained, but was already completely enveloping the world and its daily life. It scared F166 and his fellow precogs almost as much as it did the general public. Especially since it was already causing such a wide and divisive separation between the two groups.

John could see the different ways he could go about explaining the situation. He saw some of them ending in him getting punched. He shook those visions off in favor of some of the less painful options. He knew being straight with Josephine was the best, but he also didn't like saying what he had to out loud. The weight of it had such an impact on him that he felt like he had to keep it too himself. He felt that, but he knew he couldn't. The faith an agent had in their precog was often seen as a one way street. That the agent followed the precog. Because of this many see the precog as the alpha in the partnership, but this couldn't be further from the truth. During the war F166 had learned to not only trust his partners to do what was best, but to know what was best. The precog is the navigator. The agent is the driver. 

Positive they were not being followed John pulled the car over to the side of the street and turned the car off. He faced Josephine for the first time since he had entered the car and let out a very stressed sigh. "The police are no longer an option for assistance. I believe they were the ones who were in your apartment." John said in a false calm. The theory was somewhat new, but after seeing the equipment they were armed with led him to it. While not normal law enforcement issued the weapons were strikingly similar to a shipment the port authority had confiscated from a smuggling operation over two months ago. "I believe there is someone within the police force who is compromised. Someone within the precog program... On my side of the department. In a vision I heard a conversation that lead me to that. They were discussing a plan to kill you. They had information that was impossible without assistance from a precog."

The weight of what those words meant to John and those like him were unfathomable. He didn't need to see the future to know it would cause a witch hunt that would make Salem look like a game of duck duck goose. Everyone had always been scared of precogs using their powers for anything other than the good of humanity and indeed there were multiple cases of it happening. These were kept secret from all but the highest orders in the government. John only knew about them because several were from the same training program as he was. The tail end of the war had been particularly bad for his kind.