Chapter 1
"Report, he's getting away!" The officer called into his radio as he sprinted down the street.
The sounds of sirens were all around and there were policemen everywhere, attempting to catch the criminal. But they weren't getting very far at all. It had taken them an hour to get this far and now they were on the chase.
Just as they were about to give up, a shadowy figure dropped down from a rooftop. It was wearing a long, green coat that trailed behind it and it was holding onto a black hat, letting its flowing hair blow in the wind.
The figure chased after the crook faster than the policemen could ever have run (evidently, it was used to running) and jumped onto the felon's back, knocking him over and pinning him to the ground.
"You, mate, are under arrest!" The enigmatic figure snapped as two officers hurried toward them.
It looked toward the men and slipped its hat onto its head to cover its eyes. Clearly, it didn't want to really be recognised.
One of the officers strolled up to thank them as the other handcuffed the criminal at last and led them back to a police car.
The person, whoever it was, turned up their coat collar and cleared their throat. They tilted their head to the ground so that only their mouth could be seen.
"How can we thank you?" The officer asked them, out of breath and still slightly astounded.
"No need," they replied. Its voice sounded feminine, "It's what I do…"
"Well, at least tell us your name?"
The figure paused for a bit before giving a sigh and, in one swift manoeuvre, removed the hat and took a bow before casting their eyes up to the officer and replying,
"The name's Clara. Clara Oswald."