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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Solomon Chamberlain</span><br/><b>Time:</b>Early Summer<br/><b>Location: </b>Starbucks near Goodwill, California<br/><b>Mood Song:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DMjwttGizNEs%26list%3DRDGMEMJQXQAmqrnmK1SEjY_rKBGA%26index%3D18&amp;hash=35f0625df9342e429c15f9123a9a37f5" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MjwttGizNEs&amp;list=RDGMEMJQXQAmqrnmK1SEjY_rKBGA&amp;index=18" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Hail to the King - Avenged Sevenfold</a><br/><b>Wearing: </b>As picture<br/><b>Tagging: </b>Dihago (<a class="username" data-user-id="6169" data-username="Purplefairydust" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6169/">Purplefairydust</a>)<br/><b>Mentioning:</b>Lucky<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Solomon looked out the window over his newspaper, watching the dark haired man pretend like he wasn't the most conspicuous person on the entire block. The cop had been tracking Dihago for a while now, watching his patterns, his mannerisms, his power. And everything he witnessed, he sent back to his contact. Solomon didn't really care who his contact was or how they got their information, just that it was right every time. And that it always came with an order: observe and eliminate as needed.<br/><br/>Solomon was glad about that. Sometimes it was just a matter of confining the target, even in normal jails and prisons. A letter to the warden about having a prisoner with powers would put that person on constant watch, perhaps even solitary confinement, and there were already prisons equipped with anti-power handcuffs.<br/><br/>The cop reached for his coffee and sipped it as Dihago stood up and entered the Goodwill a bit down the road. Either the thief was going to use their back door after somehow spotting him, or Solomon was about to go stop a heist in progress. He put his newspaper back, folding it with a decent amount of care. In a technical sense, Solomon had all the time in the world. He then grabbed his coffee cup in one hand, pulled his pistol from its holster with the other, and used his hip to steady the frame while he racked the slide into position. Once he was ready, Solomon stepped out of the coffee shop and walked across the busy street.<br/><br/>There was no need to fear the traffic around him. Any time a car was about to strike his leather-clad body, Solomon warped his personal timeline forward a few seconds, allowing the car to pass behind him without feeling more than the breeze of a 2 ton vehicle travelling over 40mph within mere inches of himself. Across six lanes he went, aimed directly at the Goodwill, and then into the establishment.<br/><br/>The next 12 seconds of real, perceivable time, was chaos. Solomon took a sip of his coffee and shot a single round at the floor, missing his foot by a fraction of an inch. It was a precision shot, one he had mastered with care, that kept the expended shell from rolling around everywhere. "Nobody move. Dihago Perez, put your hands over your head. My name is Lieutenant Solomon Chamberlain, Interpol, Division of Superpowered Crimes. You are under arrest for multiple counts of larceny, grand theft, and one count of negligent homicide. Failure to comply or the activation of any powers will be met with excessive force." Solomon's gruff voice called out over the shouts and gasps, and the cop scanned the store for any movement he could use to indicate where Dihago had blended in at.