Right on time

Write a scene that includes time travel.
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This was the stupidest superpower ever and there were so many out of them.

What good can going back ten seconds ever do. It's not like you could chain those ten seconds into minutes hours days and week either. Everyone just talked about how you'd never die, just turn back to the time before you were dead and poof! That was true, so very true, as long as you were dying a death quick enough that undoing ten seconds would help with anything, and slow enough that you survived or didn't pass out for a couple of seconds to take active decision to turn time and take the necessary evasive action. Bullet at your head? Dead, no time to think about not being dead. It was as if someone needed to complete a quota of handing out superpowers and half-assed through the last remaining ones because they didn't feel like superpowers should be handed like candy. This wasn't a superpower, it was a minorpower at best.

You're on a flying plane and there's a loud bang and it disitegrates in the air. What the flying fk would you achieve by turning the time. Bupkis. They made timetravel the solution to all of everyone's problems it was all a scam by some weirdos with investment in the time-travel industry probably. Sell people the equipment and protective gear but avoid giving them enough ability to actually make a dent in the reality.

Someone had suggested playing the market. Over the course of ten seconds that was so outlandishly stuid he refused to consider that a real answer. It was the time between you pressing a button and your UI reacting, and the server in your broker responding to that. Unless you already had billions of dollars in equipment and already could see the future in a sense using all the fancy equipment and had the infrastructure to run up big trades and price swings in ten seconds you were nobody and nothing.

And yet.

This was the eighty-third time he was doing this. Rush into the room, have a bunch of guns pointed at you, the giant security guys come rushing at you. Look around note the number of people and the way they respond. Zzzzippp. Go back. Repeat. Make a map of where everyone is, and there reactions. The same ten seconds over and over and over again. Memorize the people and placements, quickly compute the shortcut representation of it that took days to memorize and practice, go back, give them one single word, and then RUN. Barge, rather into the door. As easy as that. He had practiced this a thousand times without using timetravel. Rush into a room filled with actors who pretended to set to kill you, make a mental map, return represent repeat. Two months of hard work for a cool five million and no one would ever guess his involvement because what he didn't tell anyone was he had also practiced pushing away his handler at the exact moment in the rush. The task would be complete, and the assassins would have no idea about their guide. He was the real talent, the eyes and ears of the plan. They were cheap hired goons.