"The N.R.F.E.I.?" asked Ethan in awe. "The National Research Foundation for Exceptional Individuals," responded Rimsley, as if he was asked this all the time. "Now, if you have no further questions, follow us into the building." Ethan nodded as the suited men walked towards the large metal doors. When they approached, the doors slid open smoothly to reveal a long hallway, at the end of which was a desk.
"Ah, hello Rimsley," said the man at the desk, looking up from his work to look at the broad-shouldered official. "Evening, Moore," came Rimsley's dismissive response. He motioned yet again for Ethan to follow, and lead him into a wide board room. There was a long, mahogany table in the center of the room, surrounded by roughly a dozen chairs. Rimsley sat, followed by Capps, Weston, and the four other men. Ethan did the same, and Rimsley nodded, signifying he was welcome.
"You are probably wondering," he began, "Why we have brought you here." Rimsley paused, and Ethan, not knowing what else to do, nodded. "Your questions, as you no doubt have many, will now be answered. First of all, you are here because you are, as classified under our specifications, an exceptional individual. We will take questions later," he added, as Ethan opened his mouth to speak; he hastily closed it.
"Here at the N.R.F.E.I., we locate and seize persons with... extraordinary talents, in order to work with them and help them develop their abilities. We have trained professionals dealing with all sorts of abilities and strengths. We have departments for Premonitions, Elemental Control, Mind Control, Flight, Invisibilty, Time Travel," Rimsley seemed to linger on this for a split second; Ethan ignored it. Rimsley continued. "Cloning, Shielding, Super Strength, and many others." Rimsley looked towards Weston, who nodded, and pulled a small device out of his pocket and laid it on the table in front of him.
It was a small object, shining silvery blue in the light of the bulbs above them. "This little beauty," said Weston in a gruff voice, "Detects supernatural ability in humans. Invented it myself. It's how we find people with... talents. It lead us to you. Any idea why?" Ethan was taken aback; he had powers? No... Surely not... Ethan shook his head. "No," he said, finally finding his voice. "I thought you'd say that," said Weston. "Most people don't. We think we have an idea, though." "So - so what do you want with me, then? What can I do, supposedly?" Ethan asked.
"Well," said Weston, "You seem to be a very rare breed indeed. Only one other registered person with your ability. You have control over the fluxuations of time. You can slow down speed up, and even stop time for brief periods. Mr. Freeman, we believe you are a Timekeeper."
