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Leo was perched on the wall like a vulture ready to swoop in, a cruel smile on his cheeky face. It was all business. The man didn't taunt, tease or even open his mouth. He just drew a pistol from his belt holster and pointed it at Jack.
In a flash, Jack had a Time Bubble surrounding himself, the air seeming to ripple like heat coming off a barbecue. Up on the wall, Leo's blurry image was frozen with the gun in one hand, pointed right at him.
Falling backward, Jack curled his legs up against his chest and somersaulted over the rough stone pathway. He came up in a crouch about six feet away from where he had just been.
He let the bubble vanish.
A bullet hit the ground where he had been moments earlier, cracking the concrete and sending chunks of it flying. One flew at his face, but J
