Horatio glided across the training floor practising his Taekwondo moves, blocking invisible punches and flooring invisible attackers. Not even Darren’s entrance disturbed him from his fluid motion and fast strikes.

“Who’s that?” asked Darren, motioning to the body slumped under the window.

“He broke through the window, I took care of him.”

“I can see that. I don’t think anyone else will try to get pa…” Darren trailed off as he approached the body for a closer inspection. “You used a record!”

“Yeah. I mean I could’ve stretched out the fight, but I was right next to it and I thought, ‘Why not?'”

“But it was my favourite!” roared Darren as he flung a foot at Horatio.

Horatio blocked the kick with ease and turned to face Darren. “But you have so many, a whole wall of them. All my weapons are on the other side of the room.”

“Each record is special! You had no right to use it!”

“I could’ve missed.”

“You never miss!”

“Exactly. If I had missed it would’ve shattered into a hundred pieces when it hit the wall, but I have a feeling his flesh cushioned the record enough. Wipe it off and see if it still works.”

Horatio remained calm, but Darren eyed him for a minuted before turning to the body, removing the record, wiping it clean and placing it in the player.

It worked.