what we were doing."
"Sure, go ahead." said the dealer.
"Thank you." said Agent Two leaning in close to Captain Cognitive. "This is quite embarrassing for me right now, Arthur. It just makes us look unprofessional. When it stated drug history on the application form you are encouraged to tell the truth you know?"
"But I'm clean."
"All the same Arthur, when we get back to headquarters I'm going to get you drug tested. Are you good to go?"
"I'm good."
"Really, I need you to be honest with me because I need your help?"
"I can do this." said Captain Cognitive with determination. "I want this superhero job more than I want that intense euphoric rush surging through my body making me feel like I'm floating on top of the world on a cloud of warm sunshine and happiness."
"That’s good to know." replied Agent Two a little unsure before turning back to the six men in the alleyway. "Right gentlemen, back to our little problem right here."
"Is it good H?" called out Captain Cognitive over the agents shoulder.
"Best high ever," answered the dealer. "Top of the line stuff."
"Can the drug dealer and the reformed drug addict please stop discussing the quality of the produce please?" said Agent Two in exasperation.
"So what happens now?" asked the dealer nervously. "Are you going to call the police or something?"
"Pointless. You go to the police, get arrested, might serve some time, then eventually get released and the whole cycle continues. No, I'm going to unleash Captain Cognitive on you all and his superpowers will transform your cognitive thinking and conscious reasoning. This single action will have far greater consequences and will cause a ripple effect through your entire drug network. It will spread like an infection, unceasing and unending until your supply and demand operation exists no more. Over to you Captain Cognitive." said Agent Two stepping to the side in dramatic fashion.
The dealer and the buyer looked up nervously at the superhero who was staring fixedly at the package of Heroin in the dealer's hand.
They blinked a few times as the silence descended on the alleyway until Agent Two smiled through gritted teeth and aimed an elbow at Captain Cognitive ribs.
"Huh? What?" said the superhero snapping out of his trance.
"You were zoning out again." hissed the agent. "We really need to avoid those awkward moments of silence."
"Research shows that silence becomes awkward after approximately four seconds." said the dealer interrupting.
"Thank you Mr. Drug dealer," snapped Agent Two. "Now in your own time Captain Cognitive release your super powers."
"Right you are." he said raising his hands to his head and pressing his index fingers and thumbs to his temple, before narrowing his eyes in concentration.
Agent Two crossed his arms, smiled and nodded in satisfaction as Captain Cognitive projected his powers on the six men stood in the alleyway. He carried on nodding for awhile until his smile faded and he looked back at the superhero with an impatient look on his face.
"Is this a slow build-up?" he asked.
"Just working my way in." said Captain Cognitive.
"Something very powerful will happen soon." remarked the agent, turning back to the six men.
"Is it like a form of ray or wave?" asked the buyer.
"More like an indoctrination process." answered Captain Cognitive.
"Will it take long, just that I've got to get this stuff home and cut?"
"Any second now."
Suddenly the dealer looked down at the brick of Heroin in his hand and a single tear formed at the corner of his eye.
"This is wrong?" he whispered.
"What was that?" asked Agent Two cupping his ear.
"I said this is wrong," moaned the dealer. "It's unlawful, dangerous and unregulated and I can't sell it in good conscience."
"You're right," said the buyer with a mortified look on his face. "What we're doing has to stop. We're distributing an addictive substance that could radically deteriorate the quality of life of our