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Daniel couldn't help but see the news report. There were news screens everywhere. So when he saw SOLO's broadcast, he had to worry one of those three was him. Still, he didn't show up on any of the cameras thanks to the time manipulation, so there was no way he could know what Daniel looked like. Not unless one of the few people in the world that knows what he can do leaked it, of which less then ten existed. Seven in total. Four didn't even know his current location, two are in hiding, and the last one is his best friend.

Daniel paused time again as he entered the apartment building, until he got to an open elevator. He got in, keeping out of the camera angle, and unfroze. He went up to his room, avoided the camera as he got out and entered his apartment. It was a very good apartment, two bathrooms, three bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a patio, as well as a TV, some computers, and a large amount of tools used to make fake IDs.

Daniel had other sources of income then just taking money from banks. People needed fake IDs, especially in this world, and he provided. He was concerned a cop or two might be onto him, but if they were they had no evidence. He never showed up on cameras, wore gloves so he never left fingerprints, and no one really ever saw him. Even that guard would be unable to put him inside the bank vault.

He took out one of his many credit cards that got billed to nowhere, and considering going on a shopping spree. Sometimes he stole from stores, sometimes he just used stolen money, sometimes he ordered things online. He constantly changed MOs, so it made it difficult to track him. He had gotten very good over the years. And now he had a big order, a group of college kids who wanted to get into a party. Plus another guy who wanted to get away from his psychotic ex-wife who he thought was planning to kill him.

As he created the IDs, he found himself thinking about his parents again. They had been dead for a few years now. Their deaths are why he has to do what he does. He cant go to social services, not with his powers. And he didn't trust them anyways. He finished up the IDs, before looking out the window. It was a really nice day. But he was careful, none the less. The glass was replaced with thick bullet resistant glass. The walls were brick, and had reinforced metal walling. The door, on the inside, was made of steel. Did Daniel suffer from slight paranoia? Pretty much. Probably some result of his parents deaths.

He looked at the table his shotgun was under. Never hurt to be careful. Plus his aim was on and off, sometimes good sometimes bad. With shotguns aiming was very easy. This, plus the fact he had several other apartments around the city that were also fortified, let him have multiple safehouses.

He continued to monitor the news for anything he might want to worry about.