I thought we’d had him, that we were about to complete our mission, but it seemed as if the boy had realised who Jackie and I really were: time travelling bounty hunters sent to bring him to time prison. As he dived toward the ground, he shot off a round of laser beams, which struck the nearby walls of the conveyancing firm.
Jackie and I dove for cover, drawing our own weapons. Before we could even fire, the boy was on the run, making for the exit.
“Get him!” I shouted to Jackie. “Mr Manager wants him alive!”
We set our blasters to ‘stun’ and fired another round, but the boy managed to dodge each of the projectiles. He smashed through the glass door and broke out onto the street, Jackie and I following.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to help with your conveyancing in the Elwood area?” Jackie shouted, taking aim and firing another stun bolt.
The missile struck a random passerby, who fell to the ground, completely paralysed. Jackie stopped to help her, but I pulled on his suit as I rushed past.
“There’s no time!” I told him. “The boy is getting away. And the jig is up, Jackie. We don’t need to pretend to be conveyancing and settlement lawyers anymore.”
“Where do you think he’s going?” Jackie asked as we saw the boy round a corner, heading down a side street.
“Straight to time jail,” I said with a laugh. “That’s a dead end. We have him.”
A moment later, Jackie and I reached the corner, turning it ourselves. I was right; it was only a short distance to the wall, which completely closed off this alleyway. There was no visible way out. Not even a ladder to climb or a dumpster to hide in.
And despite all that, he was gone. The boy had vanished from existence, gone to another time. We’d failed to capture him again.
Mr Manager is going to kill us.
– Amanda