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Temple Fugate	It has now been 4 months, 7 days, 4 hours, and 5 seconds since the infamous Clock King, or Temple Fugate had escaped Ryker's Island. Despite a heavy media campaign by the authorities, they came no closer to capturing the time felon. In fact, the only clue they had was that he was defintley not back in Starling City and was hiding out somewhere in NYC, Metropolis, or New York City. This however, was not much of a help, considering how big all of those cities were combined. So, for now, they were forced to wait until the King played his hand, which he was about to do tonight. Bentacourt Labs was one of many research labs in NYC University, and was privatley funded by the Bentacourt Corporation, a Belgian corporation that specialized in spacecraft and satalites. The lab was mostly staffed by graduate students, professors, and other engineers who did experiments involving space travel. They had recently acquired an atomic clock through a sister lab in Denver. The atomic clock, of course, is considered by many to be one of the most accurate time devices in the world, and a very complex one at that. However, no one expected it to be valuable enough to be stolen, they were wrong. It was very quiet in the now closed down labs, all of the staff had left for the night to enjoy a company mandated three day weekend. The only sound that echoed across the deserted complex was the sound of a ticking clock on the wall in the main lobby of the facility. That clock was a very new addition to the facilty, having just been put in yesterday morning by the recently hired janitors. It was surprsingly very accurate, almost as accurate as the atomic clock. It was quite evident that whoever made the clock made sure it was 100 percent accurate to the time, all they way down to the millisecond. No one would have expected the clock to be anything more than a clock, but they were wrong. The Clock continued to tick and tick, it arms getting closer and closer to the next hour. Suddenly, the big hand landed on the magical 12 on the clock, and it started to chime 10 times, annoucing that it was now 10 pm. When it reached the final time, the clock suddenly exploded into a massive fireball, leaving a gaping hole in the wall it hanged on. The second the explosion died down, a group of bizzare looking figures started to scramble through the hole. Each of these men were clad in matching black sweaters decorated with the image of a clock's face, black slacks and shoes, and a flat black cap. These were the Second Hands, Clock King's henchmen, no doubt on a fiendish mission for their boss. Suddenly, a final figure scrambled through the hole as well. He was a man dressed in a brown tuxedo jacket, a white dress shirt with black tie, brown formal pants, brown shoes, and a brown bowler hat. He was wearing a pair of glasses whose frames resembled that of a clock face. His face with neutral and calculating as he observed the room around him. Suddenly, he pulled out a pocket watch from his jacket pocket and looked at it intently. He then placed it back in his suit pocket and said to the gathered Second Hands, "Gentlemen, that explosion no doubt alerted everyone within earshot. That will give us exactly 10 minutes and 50 seconds before the police arrive to investigate. Now let's move! We have a schedule to meet!" As the man and the Second Hands rushed out of the lobby, one thing was evident, the Clock King was at again after 4 long years on confinement.
Jennifer Walters	She-Hulk usually doesn't hang around NYU all that often, being busy with her law firm and superheroing and everything, but they had invited her to be a guest speaker on metahuman law. It went rather well, all things considered. The room was packed, the students were attentive and the Q&A was filled with insightful questions. Not a bad day indeed. She was walking to the parking lot where her car was parked when she heard the muffled *whump* of the explosives going off. "What the...." she murmurs to herself. "Something going on in the lab." She jogs across the campus until she reaches the lab and when she comes to the front doors she smells the unmistakable acrid smell of explosives. "Crap." With a gentle push (well, gentle for She-Hulk) she pops open the door, breaking the lock and rushes down the hall, following her nose and the smoke until she runs into the hole in the wall. And there, standing in it silhouetted by the light in the adjoining lab like the hands of a clock was none other than Clock King himself. It's been years since she's come across him, and it takes her a bit to suss out why he looks so familiar to her. Then it strikes her! Clock King! Last time she met him he had stolen some experimental materiel to fashion a nearly indestructible hourglass and trapped her and the rest of the Fantastic Four inside it. "Temple!" she shouts at him, surprised to see that he was released early from his sentence. Or perhaps he had broken out. These prisons were just revolving doors for bad guys nowadays anyway. "What are you /doing/?" Her voice isn't angry. Disappointed, sure, and somewhat caring, but not particularly angry.
Temple Fugate	Clock King and he Second Hands all turned in unison towards the voice, and are immediatley greeted by the She Hulk herself. Some of the Second Hands look nervous, one of them utters out a swear while another grips his cheek, as if remembering a past punch. Fugate himself however, looks calm as he observes his adversery, his clock-themed glasses glowing in the moonlight. He then says, "She-Hulk, I suppose it was a matter of time before we ran into each other again. Yes, i remeber it was 5 years, 41 days, 3 hours, and 10 seconds ago when I trapped you in the rest of the Fantastic Four in that hourglass so me and Thinker could get our hands on that experimental rocket fuel." Fugate seemed to flashback to that day for a second. The heist was supposed to go off without a hitch with the Fantastic 4 out of the way. But, they somehow managed to escape anyhow and wreck everything. The Mad Thinker had never forgiven him for that, especially since Fugate was the only one to escape that job. Upon being questioned further, he pulls out his signature pocket watch and stares into it intently, as if transfixed by the constant ticking of the device as he says, "Quite simple She-Hulk. This lab contains one of the most accurate clocks in existance, The Atomic Clock. I intended on taking it for my own. Heaven knows i'll put it to better use than these scientists."
Jennifer Walters	She-Hulk folds her arms and scowls. "You're here for an atomic clock?" she asks sounding more and more disappointed. "What on earth are you going to do with it?" She walks over to where he's and his henchmen are standing and gives them a warning glare, but doesn't move to hit them. "Look," she says, "I understand your fascination with time. There has got to be a better way to focus that energy in a more constructive manner than," she waves a hand at the blackened hole, "this." "This kind of thing is only going to land you back in jail, and I know you hate it there," she says. "And then you'll get out, one way or another, and then you'll be put back in and the cycle just continues. There's got to be a better way."
Temple Fugate	As She Hulk appraoches, some of the henchmen step back in fear, but Clock King himself stands there, stalwart as ever, observing his pocket as if nothing were happening. Suddenly, he closes his watch with a audible click and looks up at She-Hulk, his glasses still glowing in the moonlight as he says, "It is not a fascination She-Hulk. Time means everything, and I seem to be the only one who notices it. Time dictates when one wakes up, when one sleeps, when one eats, when one lives, when one dies, and so much more. I know this, and use it well. Like my Father once told me, "time means everything." Clock King's face suddenly looks more solemn as he peers down at the floor, his eyes still hidden away by his glasses. He then says, "I learned that the hard way. The one time I break schedule, everything in my life collapses around me within a year. I lost my business, my freedom, and my family. That's when i realized that time was the only thing that mattered."
Jennifer Walters	She-Hulk scowls sympathetically, "That's rough." She doesn't sound condescending, at all. "I understand how it is. One bad day is all it takes to change your life." "For me, it was back in 2008. I was defending a client who was going to turn in states evidence against one of the biggest mobsters in LA, so he put a hit out on me. I'm walking home one day and *BAM* three bullets, center mass. I should have died by all accounts but somehow I managed to stay alive, but it was just barely. I had lost a lot of blood and I have a rare blood type that the didn't have enough of. So my cousin shows up who was compatible with me and did a blood transfusion. "It saved my life, but in the process it turned me into the She-Hulk. Not like how I am now, but more like the Hulk at his worst. Stress and anger would turn me into a mindless monster who would go on rampages. "I had lost everything at that time. I lost my job, nearly lost my life. I couldn't go back to being who I was, so I know what it's like. Over time, and with a lot of work, I managed to gain control of the Hulk part of me, and with more work managed to work back into being a lawyer. She walks towards Temple and lays a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I know it's tough, and it seems like the world is against you, but believe me when I say I'm not." She looks down and gives him a smile, "I'm a defense lawyer. I help people. I'm here to help you."
Temple Fugate	Clock King's men flinch away even more as She-Hulk walks up to Temple and places a hand oh his shoulder. As he hears She-Hulk's story, his face appears liess rigid and more softer, as if he were thinking. Clock King suddenly takes off his glasses and, even to the surprise of his men, he appeared to be shedding a few tears. Was it really possible that the normally emtionless Clock King was gonna turn himself in over a heartfelt speech like that. Suddenly, Clock King gives Jen a hug out of nowherer, as if years of emotion were finally coming out as he said, "That actually sounds nice Miss Walters." The fact that he called you Miss Walters instead of She-Hulk seemed to be a big hint that your speech actually helped. Suddenly, a voice yells out, "Police! Everyone down!" Suddenly, Fugate pushes himself away from you and sees a whole squad of police officers pointing their guns at him and the Second Hands. Suddenly, Clock King's features twist into that of anger and betrayal as he pulls out his pocket watch and shouts, "Liar! You didn't mean all of that did you! You knew the police were coming and decided to give me your sob story to distract me! You made violate my own schedule!" Suddenly, he tosses the pocket watch onto the ground, and it immediatley erupts into a very thick, almost chocking moke cloud. The last thing you hear from Fugate is, "I'll make you pay for this Walters! Even if it's the last thing I do!" As the smoke clears, you would see that Fugate and his second hands were gone, the only thing left of him being a pocket watch, that was ticking very loudly. If you remebered Clock King's weaponry, you would remeber that one of his favorite weapons were exploding clocks.
Jennifer Walters	"Wait! Temple! No I was...." and Temple throws the smoke pocket watch, and she swears at the untimely intervention of the Police. She was really starting to get through to him and maybe do some real good instead of just putting him back in jail. "Temple!" She shouts after him, "Stop by my office! I won't call the police on you! Promise! We can work something out!" But she's just shouting to thin air at this point. "Dammit!" she cries in frustration. That's when she notices the suspiciously ticking clock that's laying on the ground. She quickly turns to the police and yells, "It's a bomb! Stay back!" She grabs the bomb and rushes outside to throw it into the air, but the Clock King is known for his precision timing and before she can throw it it explodes in her hand. Fortunately, she's built strong enough to take the blast, but her business suit is ruined. Coughing, she waves away the cloud of smoke that's enveloped her and asks "Is everybody okay?"
Temple Fugate	When you reach the outside and the Clock Explodes, you could swear you hear a car's tires squealing away in the distance. Yep, it appears that Temple Fugate has once again escaped the authorities, and possibly his only chance at getting actual help. As the police start to corner off the lab as a crime scene, you hear a cop bitterly say, " We were so close to finally nailing that bastard too! I guess it's only a matter of time before we find him again!" The word time seemed to echo across your mind and, for a bit, you could swear you could hear Temple's pocket watch ticking away, ticking away until the mad man strike once again. The question is, will it be against you?