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September 8th, 1940 - 01:13AM | A City on Fire

Jay ran up the building, so far he hadn't had a chance to do this yet. He could see Shazam in the distance doing his thing, and in all honesty actually watching it and paying attention made it all the more impressive. He literally grabbed a plane and forced it higher before causing it to explode. Part of Jay could very almost believe that the cause was some form of magic, if he wasn't so invested in the world of science that was. Look at him, nobody seemed to believe what he could do when they saw him but his powers were obtained through science not sorcery. The science was such that nobody really understood it, including him, but had science that seemed beyond man not always been seen as magic?

He turned his attention back to what he was doing. He ran up the building, faster than he had previously shooting himself into the air. As he gained height he caught sight of the bomb he was aiming for, reaching out he managed to pluck the seemingly un-moving object out of the air. Falling back down he was slower, until his feet made contact with the building allowing him to accelerate again. Nearing the bottom he pushed off, bomb still below his arm, running down the street towards the Thames. Pausing for a brief second he threw the explosive into the water, turning and then running back to the area being affected by the bombing. 

It wasn't the quickest method, though with a large portion of the city already evacuated there wasn't much else he could do other than try and prevent even more damage. It did raise an all important question though, if he could stop a bomb would be be able to stop a bullet? Jay knew he could carry objects with his speed, and move them. Though he was yet to try so with a bullet...

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September 22nd, 1940 - 12:23PM | The Home of Jay and Joan Garrick

"Joan, I'm fed up of doing nothing." Jay sat collapsed on his sofa at home, it had been a while since he had returned home. Most of the time he elected to simply write a letter. Yet he had been away for too long, he just needed to get home. What with all the levels of crazy that was going on over in Europe, he had worked with Shazam a number of times but he still couldn't seem to get any further with him. What was the point in keeping his identity secret? Did he fear retribution, fearing that the Nazis would hunt his family down? He supposed the man was superstitious enough to believe that magic existed so anything was really possible at this point in time. He just wished he knew what made him tick. The similarities in their powers couldn't be a simple coincidence.

Joan put down a cup of coffee on the table infront of him, before sitting down beside her husband. "You're saving lives, what more do you want?" Jay shouldn't be surprised, when he had told her what he was going to do she was supportive, but resistant. Part of him felt that the only reason she suggested a costume was to see if he'd go for it, a test of faith and conviction he supposed. He couldn't blame her, she never wanted any part in this. They had fallen in love so quickly, and all that had changed when the accident had happened. 

She had been his rock, kept him stead and kept him slow. Slow enough to remain grounded anyway. He had ran away to the war, and she had supported him through it. That's what a couple did, she had been resistant but had not stopped him. Now he was back, and talking about doing more. This wasn't fair.

"Joan-" Before he could get much more than the one word out - at regular speed - there was a knock at the door. Jay gave his with a quizzical look, when he recieved one in return he understood that this wasn't an expected visit. Standing up he walked to the front door slowly. Hand on the doorknob he turned it slowly, pulling the door ajar just enough to look through it. When he saw two men unmistakingly in military uniforms he opened the door the whole way. "Yes?"

"Jay Garrick?" The one on the left spoke up, from the decorations on his chest Jay would have guessed he was the ranking officer. 

"Speaking."

"I'm glad we found you here, we've heard about your... actions in Europe. We're here to recruit you into a special operations program."
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