The Backpack (a.k.a student humour)

By Sealie


“What the hell did you do to him?” Ellison snapped

Blair neatly side-stepped the perp sprawled at his feet. The anthropology student shifted his bulging backpack on his shoulder and had the grace to look embarrassed.

The detective hauled the mugger he had been chasing to his feet and made him take the position before checking him for concealed weapons and reading his rights.

The guy was obviously concussed but Jim had little sympathy for him; he had left his aged victim with a broken hip and numerous contusions.

The Sentinel cast an assessing glance at his guide. There wasn’t a mark on him, he wasn’t even out of breath. Yet, somehow, he had taken down a guy who outweighed him by at least 50 pounds.

“What did you do to him?” he demanded.

Blair shrugged. “I hit him with my backpack.”