[ WP ] Write a story about a person with a superpower that has a consequence/limitation more interesting than said power .

The bank lobby hummed with daily activity. Loan officers discussed lending. Tellers interacted with customers. Coins clanked, bills crinkled, 
 
 *'' Jimmy's on the roof taking care of the transformer. Power will be cut in 2 minutes. `` * Lucas heard. 
 
 Drawers slammed, feet pounded the marble underfoot. 
 
 *'' I pull out the gun, and fire two shots into the ceiling, and two into the guard. Scan for any trouble makers, and let'em know I mean business. `` * 
 
 `` Next please,'' a cheery teller called out. Lucas did n't move; he gave a curt nod to the guard, who got out of his chair and paced casually back into the bulletproof security booth. 
 
 *'' It'll take the cops about 4 minutes to get here. Pauly's waiting outside with the car. `` * 
 
 `` Oh, go ahead of me,'' Lucas said politely to the customer behind him. `` I'm waiting for a friend.'' 
 
 *'' The take should be about 300 grand. God, this sweater is itchy'' * he heard. 
 
 Got him, Lucas thought triumphantly. There, in the ugly brown sweater. Now that he studied the man closely, he could see the vague outline of the gun tucked into his wasteband. Lucas got out his phone and sent out a text. `` All units: brown sweater, accomplice named Pauly idling outside. Got one on the roof, too.'' 
 
 Lucas slowly meandered over to the table near the man, nonchalantly studying the check deposit slips on a nearby table. 
 
 *'' Ok, Mike, you can do this. It's go time! `` * 
 
 Lucas saw the man's arm twitch. Lucas pressed the panic button in his left pocket and launched himself at Mike, tackling him and subduing him before he even got the gun out of his pants. Sirens blared from every angle. Officers burst out of the vault and from behind the counter, guns raised. From outside, he heard a squeal of tires, followed by the sound of a crash. Pauly must have caught on to what was happening, but did n't make it past the barricades. 
 
 As Mike was being led away in cuffs, another uniformed officer approached Lucas, grinning broadly. `` Another winner, man. I do n't know how you do it!'' 
 
 `` Thanks, uhh...'' he studied the officer's badge quickly `` Kozwalzki.'' God, he'd butchered that pronunciation. 
 
 Kozwalzki stared at him, taken aback. `` You OK, man? This is like the 3rd time this week that you've forgotten how to say my name. What, 10 years on the force together ai n't enough time for us to be on a first name basis?'' 
 
 Lucas shook his heard. Kozwalzki. Of course. It all came rushing back to him. He clapped him on the shoulder and gave him a shake. `` Just fucking with you, man. It's part of my victory ritual now.'' He gave a wan grin. Hopefully he was convincing. Lucas scanned Kozwalzki's thoughts quickly. Nope, not very convincing. 
 
 Lucas headed back to his car, receiving congratulations from everyone he passed, officer and civilian alike. The faces were familiar but so many names, so many stories, so many memories... they were just gone. 
 
 He glanced around the bank parking lot. *Where did I park again? * He checked up and down the aisles, looking for his old red F150. He glanced down at his keys, puzzled. *A toyota key? * He clicked unlock, and a Corolla next to him beeped to life. *Right, he thought. The new car. I guess I remember this*. He shook the spiderwebs out of his mind and climbed in. He drove home, replaying everything over and over in his mind for the report. He'd have to find a way to make it seem plausible. How he knew how the robbery went down, without letting everyone know that he could hear thoughts. Probably just say that he'd gotten the info from a CI, just like the last few times. 
 
 He pulled into his driveway. There was the old F150. He breathed a sigh of relief, happy to see this familiar piece of his world. He climbed out and rubbed the side of the truck fondly. He headed inside. 
 
 From in the kitchen, a melodic voice called out `` Lucas, you home already?'' He stopped cold as she came around the corner into the hallway, as beautiful as her voice. `` You take off your shoes, now'' she said firmly, but with a smile. 
 
 `` Of course, um, honey,'' he said slowly. He sat on the bench near the door, hands quivering as he removed his boots, desperately hoping that this time the memories would come back.
