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He had hacked into the United States police department asylum system to find out about Psycho. Koeb Arenas the III had just found out that Psycho, or in other words Bruce Flintstone Cornelius, was his childhood friend from Pittsburgh. The great detective knew what he had to do to stop Psycho and where to go. It was nearly 6 A. M in the morning and the mayor of Salt Lake City was about to open a innovative new sporting brand warehouse and they were about to sell sporting items for free hence a lot of people were gathered for this sales event.
Detective Koeb was already in the warehouse because he was granted special access to assure that Psycho and his gang doesn’t strike again. “Wait a minute, do you hear that? ” detective Koeb asked one of the cashiers of the warehouse. “Hear what? ” the cashier replied confused and unaware of what was about to happen. “Constant beeping, where is it coming from? ” Koeb asked himself. Detective Koeb quickly ran around the warehouse telling everyone to evacuate the premises. He had a hunch that there was a bomb planted somewhere underneath the warehouse.
All the workers ran out of the warehouse warning the mayor and his fellow city people of what Koeb had warned them about. People were hastily scurrying away like frightened maniacs from the warehouse out of fear and panic, having no idea what they were doing what was a propos to happen. The storehouse was cleared of any people inside but of course detective Koeb was waiting patiently for something to happen. The beeping stopped. The detective looked around the room with his shades. “Show yourself, Psycho or should I say Flintstone?! ” the detective yelled. A few giggles from above were heard. Immediately it was silenced by a screeching sound.
Five massive men dropped down from the metallic poles that hung from the ceiling of the depot. “So you do remember me after all Mr. Koeb Arenas the III, don’t you? ” questioned Psycho in an evil minded way. “How could I forget, your deceitful and tainted uncle killed my family… ” the detective sounded small and emotional. “And I’m here to make sure I finish the job as my uncle deserved the very right over your father’s treasury! ” shouted out Psycho in an overwhelmingly powerful strong and indomitable voice. Koeb Arenas had just closed his partially blind eyes and within snapping fingers second he opened them up again.
Suddenly four of the other escaped prisoners started to move around Koeb. “Everything is clear to me now. The people you killed, the warehouses you destroyed, the initials you left on the piece of paper, was all but to distract me so you could take the under route trek ships you stole from the docks and steal the underground hidden coffers beneath my mansion and to do so you cornered me down here to kill me, as I can see that you have a knife in your back pocket, consequently you could steal the coffers without anyone knowing and me out of your way,” elaborated the zealously rational detective.
The police siren was just sounded and heard nearby. “And how exactly did you figure this out? ” asked Psycho rubbing his hands together as if he were excited. “I call it flashback insight, after all I was always your cerebral superior,” said detective Koeb winking at Psycho. “Bravo! You are the smartest snake in this cruel and shallow jungle, don’t worry me and my boys will get you next time, ol’ buddy ol’ pal,” said the villain with a smile humorously. “Wait, this game isn’t over yet!
” cried the detective furiously pulling out his pistol ready to shoot. Unexpectedly white dust appeared out of the blue covering the five men behind as the detective tried to shoot at them. The detective coughed hoarsely and once the white dust unfurnished, Psycho and his gang had disappeared. “Bye-Bye,” sounded Psycho’s voice inside Koeb’s mind. Detective Koeb Arenas the III walked out of the warehouse and looked up into the sunrise in the beautiful skies of Salt Lake City.
“That feisty and vulgar jack will see what happens to him next time round, hah! I just had the last laugh,” the unusual detective comically expressed his inner thoughts to kick off his new day. Signed, Koeb Arenas the III’s Apprentice. Show preview only The above preview is unformatted text This student written piece of work is one of many that can be found in our GCSE Miscellaneous section.