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Date: May 14, 2020

Mission: The Case of the Missing Revolver

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Tonight’s mission had the essence of a classic detective story, blending mystery and deduction with the everyday grit we face as the Everyday Heroes. It began with a frantic call from a man named Bob. He reported that his grandfather’s prized revolver, an heirloom of great sentimental value, had been stolen from his house during a family gathering. The revolver had been in the family for generations, and its loss had deeply upset Bob.

Phreak and I arrived at Bob’s house just past dusk. It was a modest, suburban home, with well-kept gardens and a welcoming porch. Bob greeted us at the door, his face etched with worry. He explained that the revolver had been taken from a locked cabinet in his study, a room that had been occupied all evening by various family members.

As we stepped inside, Phreak stumbled slightly, grinning sheepishly. “Just had a little celebratory drink before we got here, Commander. Nothing to worry about.”

I shook my head, amused but focused. “Alright, Phreak, stay sharp. We’ve got a mystery to solve.”

The Investigation

We began our investigation in the study. The cabinet, indeed locked, showed no signs of forced entry. I examined the lock closely and found no scratches or damage. The key, according to Bob, was kept in a small drawer in his bedroom.

“Let’s check the bedroom,” I said, leading the way.

Phreak followed, cracking jokes about haunted revolvers and invisible thieves. The bedroom was neat and tidy, with a large wooden dresser and a comfortable bed. I found the drawer Bob had mentioned and opened it. The key was there, undisturbed.

As I carefully inspected the drawer, I noticed something intriguing. The locking mechanism on the underside of the drawer had been jimmied open, but it was subtle, something only noticeable with careful observation. Nearby, a protruding nail had a small fragment of fabric attached to it. I made a mental note of this, not voicing my findings aloud.

Returning to the study, I meticulously observed the room. The floor under the desk was dusty, and the drawer slides had a trace of lubricant, which caught my attention.

The Interrogation

I gathered everyone who had been seen entering and exiting the study. Among them was Bob’s nephew, Jimmy. As I scrutinized each person, I noticed a small tear in Jimmy’s shirt, right where it would have brushed against the nail under the drawer. Additionally, there was a grease stain on his sleeve, matching the lubricant on the drawer slides. His knees and part of his back were dirty and dusty, correlating with the condition of the floor under the desk.

“Jimmy,” I began, my voice calm yet firm, “why did you steal the revolver?”

Jimmy’s eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, “I didn’t take it! I swear!”

I remained composed and explained, “You have a tear in your shirt that matches the nail under the desk where the locking mechanism was bypassed. There’s also a grease stain on your sleeve that matches the lubricant on the drawer slides. Furthermore, your knees and part of your back are dirty and dusty, coinciding with the condition of the floor under the desk.”

Jimmy’s face turned pale as he realized the evidence against him. He finally confessed, “Okay, I took it. I needed money to pay off some debts. I’m sorry.”

The Resolution

We retrieved the revolver from the garage, exactly where Jimmy had said it would be. Bob was overjoyed to have it back, and Jimmy, though chastened, seemed relieved to have come clean.

Phreak, swaying slightly, clapped Jimmy on the back. “Next time, just ask for help, buddy. No need for all this cloak-and-dagger stuff.”

Bob thanked us profusely, and as we left, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Solving the case with keen observation and logical deduction, despite Phreak’s inebriated state, had been a rewarding challenge.

Reflection

As I sit here writing this entry, I’m reminded of the importance of sharp observation and methodical thinking in our line of work. Tonight’s mission felt like something out of a classic detective story, a blend of wit, courage, and a bit of humor. Phreak may have been a little tipsy, but his heart was in the right place, and together, we solved the mystery.

Until the next adventure,

Kamen

July 15, 2018

Reflecting on today brings back vivid memories of the night that changed everything—the night we became the Everyday Heroes. It was a seemingly ordinary evening that turned into the cornerstone of our journey.

The Incident

Phreak and I were out on one of our routine evening walks, discussing life, work, and everything in between. The streets of Evansville were calm, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. Suddenly, the screech of tires and the sound of metal crashing against metal shattered the tranquility. We turned just in time to see a collision between two vehicles.

A woman in a small sedan had been struck by a dark ’70s Caprice Classic. The impact was severe, sending her car spinning and her head slamming against the window. The Caprice Classic, without pausing, sped away, its taillights disappearing into the night.

Without thinking, we rushed to the woman’s side. She was conscious but in immense pain, clutching her head and visibly shaken.

“Are you okay?” I asked, trying to assess her injuries.

“My head… it hurts so much,” she gasped, tears streaming down her face.

Phreak immediately called for an ambulance, his hands steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The Caprice Classic, however, didn’t stop. It sped away, trying to vanish into the night.

The Chase

Fueled by anger and a sense of justice, Phreak and I sprang into action. We couldn’t let them get away. We dashed to my car and started the chase. The Caprice Classic was fast, but we were determined.

We sped through the streets, trying to predict the car’s route. Adrenaline pumped through our veins as we navigated the turns and narrow alleyways, finally spotting the car parked in a dimly lit alley. The culprits thought they had escaped, but they were wrong.

Sabotage and Justice

Phreak and I approached the car stealthily. As the men got out, we acted quickly. We let the air out of their tires, ensuring they couldn’t drive away. While Phreak worked on the tires, I made an anonymous call to the police, giving them the location and details of the hit-and-run vehicle.

Phreak, with his usual bravado, whispered, “Let’s make sure these ass clowns don’t get away.” It was a casual remark, but it stuck with me.

The Arrest

The police arrived within minutes, sirens blaring. The culprits, realizing they were trapped, tried to flee but were soon apprehended. We watched from the shadows, satisfaction washing over us as justice was served.

The Beginning

With the situation under control, we returned to the woman who had been hit. The ambulance had arrived, and the paramedics were tending to her. She looked at us with gratitude, tears of relief in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said weakly. “Who are you?”

Phreak, always the quick thinker, replied, “Just a couple of everyday heroes looking out for the community.”

It was in that moment the name was born. We realized that night that we could make a difference, that we could be the heroes our community needed. The everyday moments where we could step in and help—that’s what being an Everyday Hero was all about.

Reflection

Looking back, that night set us on this path. It was the first time we acted not just out of duty, but out of a desire to protect and serve. Phreak’s words to that woman became our identity.

Tonight, as I write this, I’m reminded of how far we’ve come since that first incident. It wasn’t just a hit-and-run we witnessed; it was the birth of a mission, a purpose. We became the Everyday Heroes that night, and we’ve carried that spirit with us ever since.

Until the next mission,

Kamen