Trainee Detective D.A. Corbett stared at the abyss before him. The man he was chasing had leapt it easily enough but could he? The man had planted a bomb in the middle of a town, people were dead and abyss's like this had appeared all over the road. They weren't very deep but were still wide enough to make it hard to jump and deep enough to break a leg or an arm. As the man sprinted round a corner Corbett made his decision. He stepped back and then ran forward leaping the crack with ease. Hot on the trail, he turned round the corner only to see the man pointing a short, snub-nosed gun at him. Corbett could make out every stitch on the man's black balaclava but before he could make a move a flash of red light erupted from the barrel. Corbett felt a stab of pain in his chest and jerked back, tripping over a rock and landing with a thud on the ground.
Massaging his back, Corbett stood up. The man had taken off his balaclava and was looking at Corbett with pity in his cold, hard eyes. "Failed again David." He said very calmly before suddenly shouting. "Every time! It's always some basic operational mistake and one day, if you ever qualify to be a full fledged Detective, It's the sort of mistake that will cost you your life! Understand?" Corbett hung his head and looked back up at the angry man before answering. "Yes sir."
"Good." The man looked at the special suit that Corbett was wearing and then politely enquired all traces of anger gone. "I expect that the laser hurt wearing that.
That suit was meant to make you fearful of being shot but you always mess things up and do something wrong a five year old could do!" The man looked at Corbett sadly before turning around and marching away.
Corbett stared at his back, wishing for the millionth time that his boss wasn't quite so infallible. Sir James Gatling, the man who had shot Corbett with the laser, had been a Special Agent in MI3 for twenty years before becoming the Chief of MI3. The...