Without much ado, I rushed, my ability still activated. Credit must be given where its due though. They were quick to brace themselves for my attack, ...already expecting the slowing down of time. I didn’t attack them head-on though, willing to take full advantage of the more enhanced sense of time I had over them. Instead, I completely avoided them altogether, rushing past them before turning around to get a strike on their back.One of the guys was quick to recognise my strategy and turned around. Herfeet were spreading on each side, showing her panties. She wore the full maidattire complete with her band. Slowlythe girl moved her arms, clutching her body. She shivered by the cold of theroom. Not long after, she tried to open her eyes. Regaining her vision, theblurry images slowly changed into firmer vision. She woke up from her sleeping,then she sat down looking at her surroundings. Infront of her, she was surrounded by wooden bars, setting up her prison. Beyondthe wooden bar she saw a. The name's Marlowe, Sam Marlowe and for the last two years this room has been my sanctuary and my prison, observing the lives of my co-workers, which rules forbid me from co-mingling with. Of course this job does have it's thrills, like the adrenaline rush of stopping a shoplifter, never knowing of this will be THAT time. I turned and smiled at "Susi," my trusty can of pepper spray. There's also the thrill of putting an employee under the hot lamp and badgering a confession out of them.Just. She told him everything that's happened-about you, me, your son-everything! He's threatened to spill it all to the military police!" "The police! OHI-IHH, noooo!" Joyce screamed as she sprang to her feet and ran over to Anna. "You've got to stop him! You've got to! If my husband ever found out..." the woman sobbed as she looked pleadingly at Anna."Don't worry, Joyce. We're going to stop him somehow," Anna said determinedly."Well, we don't have a hell of a lot of time. God only knows, he might.