[ WP ] You have the ability to stop time for a period of six hours , the only catch is that it requires you to take a human life each time . Today the government has taken interest .

`` Who is he?'' the man asked from the back seat of the darkly tinted SUV. 
 
 `` Someone special. Someone like you,'' a shadowy government type responded from the front seat. The man smirked and shook his head. 
 
 `` Ai n't nobody quite like me, or do y'all need another lesson?'' the man responded arrogantly. Another government official turned from the passenger side seat and met the grinning man with a stern and unbudging smile. 
 
 `` Shut the fuck up. You still work for us, and you know what's gon na happen if you pull any of that sly shit out here,'' he said to the man in the back seat and held up a small tablet and waved it around in front of him. The man in the backseat flexed his wrists but they were restrained by the handcuffs encasing them. His grin turned serious and he looked back out the window to a solitary man sitting on a street bench. 
 
 `` So what does he do? Can you tell me that at least?'' he asked annoyingly. The two men in the front seat looked at each other questioningly and the one sitting on the passenger side raised his shoulders slightly and nodded at the other in the driver's seat. He took the cue and looked into the rear view mirror and made eye contact with the man in the back. 
 
 `` He stops time.'' 
 
 `` You're shitting me, right? That's fucking crazy, man,'' the man said as the grin returned to his face. Seeing new powers never got old to him and this was the first time he'd heard of someone with an ability to slow or stop time. He could be a valuable addition. 
 
 One of the agents reached down between his legs and pulled up a silver briefcase and popped open its locks. A small, red pistol sat imprinted in the black foam filling the case. The agent pulled it out and cocked it. He then pulled a small key from inside his suit's pocket and turned to the man in the back. `` You never miss, right?'' he asked. 
 
 The man in the back smirked and looked at the pistol in front of him. `` Would n't be here if I did,'' he responded. The agent gave an unsure look over to his partner and then a moment later the handcuffs fell flimsily to the floor of the car and the man in the back grabbed the gun from the agent's sweating palms. 
 
 `` What is it?'' he asked looking intently at the weapon. 
 
 `` Tracking device. We ca n't afford to lose this guy again so you need to shoot that bag he's carrying. He'll rob the bank, go into hiding and then you'll apprehend him, capiche?'' 
 
 `` Aye, aye captain,'' the man answered sarcastically as the window of the SUV rolled slightly down and let in the warmth of the midday sun into the car. The man took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger. The window rolled back up and he flicked the gun onto the agent's lap in front of him. 
 
 `` Did you get it?'' the agent asked. The man just rolled his eyes at the question, wondering why people continued to ask him that. 
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 Kent felt slightly off as he sat in front of the city's largest bank. He'd been eyeing it for years now and the rewards if he succeeded would far exceed any score that came before it. Yet, something felt off today. He glanced around the busy street but noticed nothing out of the ordinary. People walked by carrying on with their boring lives, cars whizzed pass and horns from angry drivers echoed from across the city. Kent's leg bounced nervously up and down. He took a deep breath and stood up from the bench. 
 
 He walked swiftly up to the bank and pushed the glass door aside. A young woman with pale skin and dark, curly hair sitting behind an information desk looked up happily at Kent as he approached her. 
 
 `` Good afternoon, sir,'' she said gleefully. `` Can I be of any assistance today?'' she asked him, still smiling. 
 
 `` Yeah,'' Kent said grimly. This was the only part of his gift that he truly did not enjoy. It was, however, a means to an end. `` Unfortunately, *you* can.'' The woman's smile quickly turned as Kent reached his hand out from his coat pocket revealing a small black pistol. He pointed it at the girl and she began to scream and turn away but her cries were drowned out by the loud roar of the pistol going off. Heads from around the bank swung in Kent's direction but before the echoes of the gun could subside the world around him began to blur. His body felt heavy for a moment and he shut his eyes. When he opened them, the world around him was frozen. 
 
 The woman sitting at the desk was half way spun around and dark red blood sat frozen in the air behind her. Kent put the pistol back in his coat pocket and set his watch for six hours. With the hard part out of the way, perhaps this was going to be easier than he thought. 
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 When Kent returned to his apartment some time later he threw two large duffle bags on the floor. He slammed the door behind him and walked swiftly over to his speakers and began blaring music. He danced his way around the apartment as he imagined the places he would soon be going with his new found wealth. He was tired of the killing, and decided it was time to finally settle down once and for all. Perhaps Paris he thought to himself, maybe even Sydney. His thoughts paused when he saw an African American man sitting in a chair smiling at him with his legs crossed. Kent looked over to the gun he had hidden under his kitchen counter and was about to leap for it when the man in the chair pulled that same gun from his lap and shook his head at Kent, still smiling. He suddenly shot the speakers, ending the 80's tune and then pointed the gun at Kent. 
 
 `` I have money.'' Kent said with a shaky voice. `` A lot of money. You can have it if you want.'' Kent gulped as his throat had suddenly become quite dry. `` Just please do n't kill me,'' he begged. 
 
 `` Nah, I'm not here for that money, Kent. Though I am impressed with how easily you got your hands on it,'' the man said to Kent. Kent looked at him nervously. 
 
 `` Then what do you want?'' 
 
 `` There are some,'' the man paused for a moment. `` Some tryouts coming up that I think you'd be perfect for,'' he said, now with a more serious look about his face. 
 
 `` Tryouts?'' Kent asked. `` What, for like a team or something?'' The man laughed and sat up from his chair. 
 
 `` I like to think of it as more of a squad.'' 
 
 
 

