‘He definitely came in here?’ Halligan peered into the old factory.
‘Unless I was chasing a shadow,’ Jones said, breathing deeply.
‘There’s probably a dozen ways in and out of this place. Come-on.’
‘We’re not going to wait for back-up?’
‘He’ll be long gone by then.’
‘But what if he’s armed?’
‘That didn’t seem to bother you when you were sprinting after him.’ Halligan entered the gloom.
‘I wasn’t a sitting target then,’ Jones said, following.
Halligan gestured right and they divided.
Ten seconds later there were two shots and a lithe figure dashed for the door.
‘Jones! Jones! Shit!’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.