[ WP ] Your only superpower is to inherently know precisely what superpowers and skills other people have .

I crept through the shadows of the alley, regulating my breath and slowly racking the slide on my V70, chambering two rounds with an almost inaudible click. The trash fire flickered and altered the dancing shadows on the brick walls around me, threatening to reveal my presence. It did n't matter. I would be close enough to do my job before I was discovered. 
 
 A hand grabbed my foot, shooting out from a pile of newspapers. I kicked it away, causing it's owner to yelp audibly and sit up, sending a cascade of rumpled paper to flutter around us. My target rocked back from the fire and scrambled to her feet, eyes wide. 
 
 *Shit. * My outfit was nigh invisible in the dark, but once anyone caught a glimpse of it, their first instinct would be to run. I was decked out in all black, a skin-tight outfit that even included a mask with no eyes. 
 
 `` Food, got any food?'' The drunkard from under the newspapers looked around, still bewildered. I contemplated putting both rounds in him instead for spoiling my surprise, though the irony did not escape me. The poor fellow was likely as much a victim of my target's kind as I was, left homeless by the actions of those with power. 
 
 It was that instant that my target saw my gun. Her already wide eyes shot to it, then to my face, and her button nose quivered. I could n't feel her psychic assault, but I felt the neuro disruptors at my temple whir to life, breaking apart her attack. I leveled my gun at her. 
 
 Tamara Johnson. Level 3 Psychic. Age 12. Orders to terminate on sight. 
 
 My hand wavered, threatening to pull my shot wide. She just stood there now, staring, her short black hair matted to her face. Those eyes just stared right at me, realizing the futility of running, though I desperately wished she would. It was harder this way, with my targets looking right at me, asking why, trying to make some sense of it all before I pulled the trigger. 
 
 *Pop*. 
 
 I stopped trying to explain it to them long ago. They were a scourge on the Earth, with their superpowers, their arrogance, and their lack of self-control. Entire cities burned in their wake, wiping out entire families with no more than a thought about what their actions had caused. Only I had been blessed with the ability to seek them out, to know who they are even in their private moments. 
 
 Only I could put an end to their plague upon this Earth. 
 
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