The sun was splitting the trees over the town of Answell one fine day in June, and Sine Sententia, commonly known as Storm Sente, was sitting at London Airport with his assistant, Richard Kingsley. They were waiting for the arrival of their good friend, a lawyer from the United States of America. He was quite famous, though Storm too carried the burden of fame, being the only defense attorney in Answell.
Richard started tugging at Storm's sleeve.
"Storm, look, a plane!" said Richard.
"Yes, there have been dozens of planes have come and gone since we got here," Storm yawned.
"But maybe it has-."
"It doesn't," said Storm. "That plane is departing."
"Oh."
Storm got bored and decided to sleep until his friend arrived, but before he could even close his eyes, he heard a scream!
"OH GOD I'M DYING!"
Storm's eyes shot up and he looked around and he saw right before his feet a man lying in a pool of blood with a big knife stuck in his back!
"WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!" shouted the airport CEO in a rage. He pointed at Richard. "YOU!"
Richard Kingsley ran away and the police gave chase.
Storm sighed. It seemed it was once again the time of the great turnabout.
To be continued!