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 g*n 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 Jack
