Here's a story I wrote last year, I hope you have fun reading it. :)

I was in my office one rainy night. Suddenly someone knocked on my door! A shadowy figure came in. He told me a case. I did not quite understand, but I took it. Oh, I forgot to say I am a great detective, and my name is Tracer Bullet. Anyway, the next night I went out into the streets.

Okay, the figure told me that the mug stole his clock and his rifle. But why would

the mug want those things? I guessed I had to find out. I came across a narrow alley. Just then, a silhouette

of a figure appeared! I grabbed my automatic! Unfortunately he zapped me with a device! I woke up dazed in a heap of trash. I walked down the streets again. What

was that strange device? I asked myself.

I thought, and thought.

Suddenly an idea hit me! The police had almost all the criminals in the city except one. I quickly went to my office! I reviewed my files. Ah-ha! The criminal was Mr. Billion! I knew where Mr. Billion's hideout was, so I went there.

When I reached Mr. Billions place,I peeked around a corner, and saw Mr. Billion and his inventions! The weirdest invention was a rifle attached to a clock and a diamond. Ah-ha! I thought. It was the device! As I crept out Mr. Billion grabbed the device! “This you see”, said Mr. Billion,

“is a Doosher!” I grabbed my pistol and started firing! I was winning!

Mr. Billion put his hands up. He also dropped the Doosher! The next two days went by. I was in my office when... RING! I picked up the phone. A dames voice came out of it.

“Tracer Bullet! Come quick!” She said. Hmm...This was another job for me.

The ...End?

The Adventures of Tracer Bullet: The Case of the Clock and Rifle

by:Andrew Hatch