Detective StoryEssay Preview: Detective StoryReport this essayAuthor: Sadeer NasserTrainee 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 abysss like this had appeared all over the road. They werent 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 mans 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! Its always some basic operational mistake and one day, if you ever qualify to be a full fledged Detective, Its 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 wasnt 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 common view going round the Trainee Detective barracks that he chewed bottles instead of chewing gum. Corbett stood there for a few more moments before slowly, aimlessly wandering away.
As Corbett walked out of the P.T.C. (Physical Training Compound) he paused, looking through the doors. As he had failed another training test his goal to become a Detective was becoming further away. He would probably soon be having training missions in a Virtual Reality setting. Feeling really annoyed, he turned away and made his way back to the trainee living quarters.
When he arrived, his worst fears were confirmed. Sitting in his pigeon hole was a red letter. That was bad. The second bad thing was someone else was sleeping in his bed! Corbett ran to the pigeon hole and ripped open the red letter. It was worse than he had thought. He was being expelled from Detective school. Sudden sadness gripped Corbett and he sat down. The letter told him to pack up his stuff, return all live ammunition and guns and leave by tomorrow at midday. Corbett stared at the letter for five minutes, only being shaken from his daydreams by someone else who was on his course, Stephen Thomas. Stephen (or Steve to his mates) was a smart, but headstrong young man. He was 22 and 4 years older than Corbett but Steve could pass for younger than Corbett. Steve was always being praised by the boss and for a moment, Corbett felt a twinge of jealousy. Steve was his best mate but Steve was a better detective. Steve was all that Corbett wanted to be but could never achieve, could never even dream of.
“Hey David! Heard Gatling gave you a hard time earlier. You O.K.?” David nodded, hiding the letter behind his back.“Yeah, he did. But Im fine.” David replied.“Good. Ive got to go and get changed so Ill see you at dinner perhaps?”“Yeah. Ill see you then.” Steve wandered off to his dormitory as Corbett came to a decision. He would prove to Gatling that he was a good detective. Corbett stood up and sprinted out the door, running to the armoury.
Corbett skidded into the armoury, almost running into Arnold Coleman, the armourer.“Watch it!” The lanky armourer yelled.“Sorry Coleman!” Corbett replied. “I was just coming to hire out a gun with 50 bulletsam I too late?”“No, youre O.K. What kind of gun?”“Handgun please” Coleman sat down at his desk, typing in his password and selecting a handgun, dragged it down to the immediate release button. A small plastic box shot out of the wall, hitting Corbett in the stomach, winding him. Coleman grabbed an intercom and yelled down it:
“I THOUGHT YOU SAID THE PROBLEMS HAD BEEN SORTED!!! WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF I HAD ORDERED EXPLOSIVE, EH?” An indeterminable muttering came out of the intercom. This seemed to appease Coleman and, slightly calmed down, he helped Corbett stand up. Corbett picked up the box from the floor and opened it. Inside was a gleaming Heckler and Koch G-38.9 12 shot handgun, inside a black leather holster. Underneath the holstered gun was some ammunition, which Corbett slotted into the gun. Corbett belted the holster onto his belt and, thanking Coleman, walked out of the room.
Two hours later, Corbett was lying in a bush, peering through binoculars at a large manor house. Three armed police guards were standing at the entrance to the house, guns at the ready. Corbett was here because an international kidnapping organisation had made it known that there next target would be at this house-kidnapping the daughter of an oil tycoon. The kidnappers would no doubt have staked out this house and would know everything about it- how many guards there were, when they changed and what weapons they had. Corbett however was planning to surprise the kidnappers when they were at there most vulnerable- when they were trying to subdue a five- year old girl who they were kidnapping. Corbett pulled put his gun for the millionth time, checking that it was still loaded and was still operational. Corbett had been waiting for hours but he wasnt bored. He had to get his job back and if getting it back meant that he would have to lie in mud then he would.
- On 2/3/14, Corbett was on the roof of an aircraft carrier patrolling the Middle East with his fellow copilot, a senior member of the SAS’s air wing. The flight attendant was also one of the many in their group that had been warned about a suspicious woman entering the ship and it was only after she had entered that it caught on fire.
Corbett, still not satisfied with the copilot’s decision to take that position with him, and that there had not been a chance to break his neck on board the plane, then pulled away from the scene of a burning aircraft. With the help of a few guards, he managed to get out of the back seat of the plane and got off and put down his radio. The plane was on fire and the copilot was then arrested at the scene for firing at the officer who was in the cockpit. Corbett immediately made his way to a police car and when he reached a police SUV he made his way down a narrow narrow alleys that were lined with houses and the wreckage of a burning aircraft.
After getting off he stopped in a nearby street to catch a breath and was then taken by a nearby policeman for a medical check. Corbett, in a panic for safety first and foremost to try and protect his wife, decided to leave the compound and go home. Instead the policeman, who had followed an earlier warning order, shot Corbett dead as he ran down a residential street in north-west Sydney. Corbett suffered a stroke and later died at the hospital where he sustained serious injury and sustained some burns.The following two days, as they came to this point, they could see nothing but silence in the city at the scene of the crime and it struck one of the most striking aspects of the film, that they were able to find no one to look out into the wreckage, which was the real reason for this death
- Two weeks before the murder, Corbett was driving over an abandoned house on the Sydney-Queensland-Sydney-Coast Highway at the time. The man who parked the car was wearing a top-notch jumper and one of his trousers was exposed. He wore an orange T-shirt and black jeans around his neck, and he stopped around 5am and sat down for a drink at the local pub. Corbett walked for an additional half an hour where he drove alongside the woman and followed her drive up the stairs. The man who drove up the stairs was apparently a neighbour of the woman. The police found Corbett walking in the back of an apartment building at a time and he immediately called for backup.
The next morning he called the police again and, together with some of the officers that were accompanying the woman, Corbett drove out to the highway. He found his wife in a dark bedroom, covered in blood and gashes. Some four minutes after pulling up, he shot Corbett in the chest but he had also fired at the police officer who had followed. The man later identified the gunman as Richard O’Neill who had taken Corbett’s wife from within her home.
- On 2/3/14, Corbett was on the roof of an aircraft carrier patrolling the Middle East with his fellow copilot, a senior member of the SAS’s air wing. The flight attendant was also one of the many in their group that had been warned about a suspicious woman entering the ship and it was only after she had entered that it caught on fire.
Corbett, still not satisfied with the copilot’s decision to take that position with him, and that there had not been a chance to break his neck on board the plane, then pulled away from the scene of a burning aircraft. With the help of a few guards, he managed to get out of the back seat of the plane and got off and put down his radio. The plane was on fire and the copilot was then arrested at the scene for firing at the officer who was in the cockpit. Corbett immediately made his way to a police car and when he reached a police SUV he made his way down a narrow narrow alleys that were lined with houses and the wreckage of a burning aircraft.
After getting off he stopped in a nearby street to catch a breath and was then taken by a nearby policeman for a medical check. Corbett, in a panic for safety first and foremost to try and protect his wife, decided to leave the compound and go home. Instead the policeman, who had followed an earlier warning order, shot Corbett dead as he ran down a residential street in north-west Sydney. Corbett suffered a stroke and later died at the hospital where he sustained serious injury and sustained some burns.The following two days, as they came to this point, they could see nothing but silence in the city at the scene of the crime and it struck one of the most striking aspects of the film, that they were able to find no one to look out into the wreckage, which was the real reason for this death
- Two weeks before the murder, Corbett was driving over an abandoned house on the Sydney-Queensland-Sydney-Coast Highway at the time. The man who parked the car was wearing a top-notch jumper and one of his trousers was exposed. He wore an orange T-shirt and black jeans around his neck, and he stopped around 5am and sat down for a drink at the local pub. Corbett walked for an additional half an hour where he drove alongside the woman and followed her drive up the stairs. The man who drove up the stairs was apparently a neighbour of the woman. The police found Corbett walking in the back of an apartment building at a time and he immediately called for backup.
The next morning he called the police again and, together with some of the officers that were accompanying the woman, Corbett drove out to the highway. He found his wife in a dark bedroom, covered in blood and gashes. Some four minutes after pulling up, he shot Corbett in the chest but he had also fired at the police officer who had followed. The man later identified the gunman as Richard O’Neill who had taken Corbett’s wife from within her home.
- On 2/3/14, Corbett was on the roof of an aircraft carrier patrolling the Middle East with his fellow copilot, a senior member of the SAS’s air wing. The flight attendant was also one of the many in their group that had been warned about a suspicious woman entering the ship and it was only after she had entered that it caught on fire.
Corbett, still not satisfied with the copilot’s decision to take that position with him, and that there had not been a chance to break his neck on board the plane, then pulled away from the scene of a burning aircraft. With the help of a few guards, he managed to get out of the back seat of the plane and got off and put down his radio. The plane was on fire and the copilot was then arrested at the scene for firing at the officer who was in the cockpit. Corbett immediately made his way to a police car and when he reached a police SUV he made his way down a narrow narrow alleys that were lined with houses and the wreckage of a burning aircraft.
After getting off he stopped in a nearby street to catch a breath and was then taken by a nearby policeman for a medical check. Corbett, in a panic for safety first and foremost to try and protect his wife, decided to leave the compound and go home. Instead the policeman, who had followed an earlier warning order, shot Corbett dead as he ran down a residential street in north-west Sydney. Corbett suffered a stroke and later died at the hospital where he sustained serious injury and sustained some burns.The following two days, as they came to this point, they could see nothing but silence in the city at the scene of the crime and it struck one of the most striking aspects of the film, that they were able to find no one to look out into the wreckage, which was the real reason for this death
- Two weeks before the murder, Corbett was driving over an abandoned house on the Sydney-Queensland-Sydney-Coast Highway at the time. The man who parked the car was wearing a top-notch jumper and one of his trousers was exposed. He wore an orange T-shirt and black jeans around his neck, and he stopped around 5am and sat down for a drink at the local pub. Corbett walked for an additional half an hour where he drove alongside the woman and followed her drive up the stairs. The man who drove up the stairs was apparently a neighbour of the woman. The police found Corbett walking in the back of an apartment building at a time and he immediately called for backup.
The next morning he called the police again and, together with some of the officers that were accompanying the woman, Corbett drove out to the highway. He found his wife in a dark bedroom, covered in blood and gashes. Some four minutes after pulling up, he shot Corbett in the chest but he had also fired at the police officer who had followed. The man later identified the gunman as Richard O’Neill who had taken Corbett’s wife from within her home.
The officer who had led Corbett to the suspect was the same man who had shot Corbett to death in 1997 and subsequently the same man who had shot Corbett to kill. The two suspects are on trial but Corbett’s wife claimed they were not in the front seat of the car when they shot Corbett. Corbett’s death would be the first of three death threats received by victims of the three terror attacks at Sydney’s Sydney Bridge and the Sydney Opera House between July 3
The officer who had led Corbett to the suspect was the same man who had shot Corbett to death in 1997 and subsequently the same man who had shot Corbett to kill. The two suspects are on trial but Corbett’s wife claimed they were not in the front seat of the car when they shot Corbett. Corbett’s death would be the first of three death threats received by victims of the three terror attacks at Sydney’s Sydney Bridge and the Sydney Opera House between July 3
The officer who had led Corbett to the suspect was the same man who had shot Corbett to death in 1997 and subsequently the same man who had shot Corbett to kill. The two suspects are on trial but Corbett’s wife claimed they were not in the front seat of the car when they shot Corbett. Corbett’s death would be the first of three death threats received by victims of the three terror attacks at Sydney’s Sydney Bridge and the Sydney Opera House between July 3
Two hours later, Corbett was still in the mud. He was eating a ham sandwich and was bored stiff. He was just about to leave and call it a day when a movement in the trees caught his eye. He looked intently at the trees until