Detective Quincy raced through the chaotic streets, pushing through the crowd of screaming people mingling with the police arriving to usher them to safety, running into the building from which the crowd fled, where stood his nemesis, Dr. Morgan. The villain stood in the center of the room, a wicked grin on his face.
“Stop right there, Morgan!” Quincy declared, taking out his pistol and aiming it straight at the doctor.
“Never! You can’t prevent me from destroying this city!” Morgan rebuffed. “The bomb’s just about to go off! Any moment now–”
“It’s over. We already found it and disabled it.”
Morgan laughed. “You fools! That was only a decoy! You really think I’d put it in such an obvious location as city hall? Who uses that, anyway? No, the real one is in a much more devious location! And you’ll never find it, not in time!”
“What, you mean like a minute ago?” asked Quincy, looking at his watch.
“A min– let me see that!” He snatched Quincy’s wrist, staring in shock at the watch, which indeed showed it to be three oh-one, a minute after the bomb was to have detonated. His eyes bulged in shock as he glanced out of the building.
“If you’ll excuse me,” he said. “I, uh, have an appointment.”
He dashed out of the building, gesturing to his goons scattered around him, who followed him out and into the getaway vehicle.
“Quick, after them!” exclaimed Quincy as Morgan squealed away.
He and several police officers piled into the police cars, sirens wailing as they pursued Morgan. An exhilarating, dangerous car chase later, Morgan stopped in the middle of a heavy shopping district. Morgan dashed into one of the buildings, and Quincy got out of his car and pursued.
They ran past shoppers and cashiers as Quincy followed Morgan through the corridors and into restricted areas, into the guts of the building. There, Morgan burst through a door and opened a cabinet on the far wall. The bomb sat patiently, displaying ten minutes till detonation.
“What!” Morgan demanded, rounding on Quincy.
The detective laughed. “I’m surprised, Morgan. Surely you would have had the sense to check other clocks besides mine, in order to realize that mine was twenty minutes fast!”
He threw his nemesis to the ground and handcuffed him.
“Curses!” spat Morgan. “I’ll get you for this, Quincy, if it’s the last thing I do!”