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        You always did hate this, when you have a craving to read something but you have no idea what  it maybe until you found out what the thing is.  Then you can a trip to that library to find that one book to read, and you just can't find it. You look although out the rows upon rows of books, filled with all kinds of stuff you would like to read but not now. Now and only now you want to read that one thing. From the corner of your eye you spot someone who you might think that works there. She has brown hair rolled up in a bun with a pencil running through it, the bun lay on top of her head with a few loose strains hanging around. She was wearing a lot of purple-blue clothing, her vents of one shade of purple, the sweater shirt that was under was another. Her shirk, pantyhose, a short heels where all different kinds of purples.  

 

        You question the Librarian on the whereabouts of this book you are looking for “Oh I'm more then just a librarian” she said, which you thought was a bit odd to say. And with a cheerful smile she points at you and says “But do not worry, I'll find that book right away with no problem at all!”. Running off into the rows of shelves. Like a checking machine she looked at each book for a second to see if it is the one, and she did this for several hours and long into the night then she finally gave up. She finds you sleeping on the table and gently wakes you, “I'm sorry but I could not find the book, but if you would be so kind to come back here in a day I will have it for you.” then gets you up and sent you on your way home telling her that you will come back in a day.

 

         With you finally gone, she could finally close the library for the night. Shutting the windows, turning off the lights, and cleaning up a bit. She grabs a stack of books she wants to take home and walks out the main doors, locking it then heading off into the night. (I can have her send out a ad on a craig's list like website before leaving the place say, Book was stolen need help finding it or have someone steal it off her during her walk home and she tells a boy who is conrad hanging out in the comic section and he starts to look for it)

 

        The street that she park her car on was quite light with the yellow haze of the light posts and very empty. She felt a little alone until she came to housing and homes lay out on both sides of the street, knowing people where in them. Until she came across someone on the street walking towards her. Then he started to turn towards her, now she could clearly see that this guy was shorter then her and looked stickish looking but she still “Nope” her way away from him; yelling for help along the way. Lights begin to turn on at each house she ran pass. But he was too fast and caught up and grabbed her bag. Ripping it from her arms and her falling to the ground, the man already run into the darkness when the owner of the house she fell in front of jump out the front door. She was a brown older woman and she was holding a large black flash light and a night stick, with what looks like her teenage daughter showing up behind her with a metal bat and her little sister hiding behind her; both in their sleeping clothes.  “The hell is going on out here? I'm a cop.” noticing the woman down on the floor “Miss are you hurt?” She said while helping the Librarian up.

 

        With some fright in her voice she tells the officer “Someone just has just stolen my bag, it had my wallet and a some very important books in it.” as she point in the duration where he ran off too. “You poor thing you, come on inside. I'll get you a coffee and we'll call it in.” the officer said. And at this time her neighbors became to come out and question what was going on. She quickly told them its alright nothing they should worry about and that they should get back to their sleep.

 

        After the call and the coffee, the officer as if it would be alright if she could patrol the her street and area at night; they said yes. Fully geared up she told the oldest of the girls that she is going to out most most nights and offer to drive the Librarian to her home. While driving her back a person on the other side of her comms radio in that they have been getting reports of people stealing bags, peruses, and whatever little things they can get their hands on.

 

        The next morning The Librarian was huffing and puffing about the books that was stolen from her last night when she was running the library. And frankly getting on everyone's nerves about it. All day long all she could talk about was the books, not her wallet nor anything else but the books. Until she finally got the attention a teenager name of Conrad, who was just minding his our business in the library's old comic section. In fact the section was just one row of old detective comics someone donate to the library a long time ago in the kid section.

 

        He was head deep in a issue of Dick Tracy, just getting done with the stacks of the Question and  The Spirit, Conrad was on the roll with the amount of comics he was reading today and nothing would stop him now, well until The Librarian. She was placing some children books away when she notice Conrad, and begin to tell him the story he did not want to hear. At first.

 

        Something she said made him listen, it made him ask a question. “How tall was he?”. The Librarian stopped in her tracks with her story. Her face went blank and her hands where still.

 

        Conrad decided he'll make his find who ever stole her bag tonight. Quickly running back home, saying hello to his parents who where sitting together on their couch, lightly watching tv while talking to themselves and playing with his younger sister. He first ran pass them, then walk back and gave them quickly little hugs, leaving them with the most modest of hugs before he went back to his room. Finding a old backpack in the mess wasteland of his room was easy for him because he knew where his things were.

 

        Busting through his home's front door after he fumbled around with the keys in his hand. He walked into his house, said hello to his parents and his little sister with a hug then ran off into his room. His room was a organized mess, his clothes and things where piled up on top of each other but that was the only pile of mess in his room. Conrad only had this one pile to the side of his room is because he wouldn't dare to miss treat his comics and cartoons collection up. As long as his collection stay neat and clean he wouldn't really care if his room became a mess.

 

            Opening his closet's door to reveal some shirts and pants hanging up. Some white boxes that are label with the big 2 names and a few others. Conrad grabs one of his older backpacks with a big old  clown face smiling on it, Conrad always did hate how creepy it looked. He toss the bag on his bed, grabbing a small metal velvet red flash light and check that it still works, lastly stuffing it in his pocket. Pulling out his black flip phone from his front pocket and plug it back into it's charger, the cell phone still had more then 80% of it's batteries left but refilling it doesn't hurt. He left the cellphone on his desk as he riffle his way through the drowses of it. Grabbing a partly used small yellow notepad and a blue pen he also stuff those in his other back pocket.

 

        While waiting for his cell phone to finish charging he ran out to the back out of his room grabbing the bag on the way, down the hallway that lead to his room. Pass the living room where his family was playing with his sister and watching TV and into the kitchen. Conrad started to stuff the his bag full of useless kitchen aid ware, things that made a sound when clacking together. Then Conrad did something that made him be annoying to his family, he started to make the clacking sound when he shook his bag, he lightly at first but the longer he went on the more tense he got with waving the bag around in the air. Conrad only stop when he can recognized that sound anywhere. Running back to his room he unhooks his cell phone from the charger and stuff that in his pocket, lastly he went into his sister's room. It was a typical little girls room, a pink room filled with tiny magical little houses everywhere. Digging through her closet Conrad found her old baby monitor and stuff the listener in the bag and place the receiver in his sweat shirt pocket.

 

        Conrad knows it is going to be a cold night tonight. He pulls out the long blue jacket from the hall's closet that his mother gave him on his a few years back and place it over his green sweat shirt. Leaving his room he walks into his parents and grab one of his fathers handkerchiefs and leather gloves; the long red one, and tied it around his neck. It bowed from the top of his chest like a fluffy tie. Conrad made his way to the front door, ready for the cold long night with his clown backpack in hand and his free hand was about to reach for the front door's handle when his mother called out to him.

 

        Conrad looked more like his mother with wavy dark brown hair and light brown eyes. His younger sister looked more like their father. Black frizzy hair with darker eyes and slightly paler skin liker their father. Their names are Conner and Melinda. Conner is a tall man both in statue and well that's it, he is quite the tough looking man but he is as soft as his wife. Unlike her beloved husband she shows her warmth and softness easily.          

 

        “Conrad, dear. Where do you think you are going at this hour? The sun is about to go down.” His mother said. “I'm going to hangout with fat guy for a while to see how he is doing, he beef it during class today. And when I say he beef it I mean he beef it like uncle Squid during our last Christmas party, do you remember him beefing it?!” Conrad said with his hands spread out in front of his head, like he was suffering through a bloody Vietnam war flash back. “Well that's not good at all.” His mother said “Yeah” his father said. “Also why do you still call him fat guy, he looks like he is in shape? He also does have a name.” his father added in with. “Inside joke dad, you wouldn't understand.” he said as he walk back to them and gave them one last hug. “I'll be back in a few hours.” Conrad said. “Alright” his father said “Be safe” his mother said. Then out the door he went and his parents continue on playing with their little girl.

 

        As Conrad hop on his bike and cruising down the street he started to think why did his friend blow green-pinkish chucks of his lunch back up during class. He showed no signs of illness fever, he was being very chatty with everyone and out there, he was really happy. Something just came out that he was really hype for, but what Conrad thought. “His book!” Conrad said to himself in his head, “He couldn't shut up about it all day, what the hell was the name of the book again. It had to be for one of his games. Yeah it was for his D'n'D game”. Conrad stop his bike on the side walk and landing his feet on the floor. “Oh wait I probably should just call him and ask, I need to tell him that he has to cover for me anyway”. He thought to himself. Whipping out his flip phone out of his pocket, he starts to call his friend. “Sup” Conrad said, “Hey Conrad, what's up?” he ask. “I told my parents that I be hanging out with you for some time, I need you to cover for me if they call your house. Tell them I'm staying the night over.” Conrad said. “Sure, but what are you going to be doing?” He ask again. “Detective work” Conrad said. “Also fat guy I was wondering, is the reason why you beef it in class was because of that book you where reading?” Conrad ask. “Fuck that 4th edition” he said right before he hung up.

 

        Conrad bike for some time, take a break here and there to catch his breath and drink some water from a water fountain at each stop. It when the sun was finally gone and  night filled up the street is when Conrad stop biking, hopping off it he found a light post to lock up his bike around. Finishing locking up his bike Conrad set off on foot, walking around different streets and neighborhoods. Making sure he his backpack was making clanking noises where ever he was walking. Just walking for several minutes, taking in all everything around him. The lights from the street lights, the buildings, the homes, a dog barking off in the distant, the amount of cars slowly driving by and how less and less cars show up on the road when later it gets. Conrad finally feels the cold in the air touching his face and covered his face with the green hoodie.

 

 

        Conrad stop dead in his tracks, there stood in front of him under the orange yellow glow of a street light was the thief. In the same blackish jacket and green pants, looking mean, looking short. “I can take this guys, carrying this bag all night for this shorty” Conrad thought to himself as he begin to walk to the thief, his hands tighten to fists, his chest puff up, and his head tilted up. Conrad was halfway to them when another thief dress just like the first one appear from behind, “shit” Conrad thought, “Should have thought there might be more of them.”. Conrad hesitating for a second, his chest and head went back down, he took one step forward when he heard a glass bottle being kick behind him. “shitshitshitshtishit” Conrad said under breath, he couldn't hold the words in his head. His eyes widen and started to twink with worry, his fist gave way and his knees began to bend and feel weak. Conrad turn his head slowly to see what made the noise, it was just a cat jumping from a alleyway he just walk by, Conrad felt relax. “Just a caaaaaaaaaH!” Conrad said to himself when two more walked out of the alleyway and started to head towards him.

 

        Conrad turn to run across the street but to only face one of them, they had him surrounded. Conrad looked back to the first thief, he sprinted to Conrad and pulled out a long hard plastic like rod from his jacket and with all of his might he hit Conrad right in the head with it. Conrad fell to the ground, in shock of the blown he just took to the head. The thief hit him hit him again and he blank out.

 

        Is what he wanted them to think when Conrad lay perfectly still on the floor, placing one hand covering his face and the other near his pocket that had his wallet. After a few more hits the first thief finally stop. Three of them sat Conrad up, Conrad played possum well, and they took his backpack off of him and walked off. The first thief stayed behind, reaching down to Conrad's pocket. When he was close Conrad spring into action, grabbing the thief's arm hard using him to propel himself up while dragging the thief down. Conrad clenching his free hand into a fist and rammed it right into the thief's face. When Conrad's fist met the thief's face, his fist seem to disappear in the thief's hoodie. What came out was a loud and a harsh voice. “AWWW FUCK! YOU COCK SUCKER!”.  Conrad pulling out his hand from his hoodie, quickly grabbing the baby listener from his sweat shirt and punch the thief in the side “AAAAAGH!” the thief said as Conrad fist met with his body and dropping off the listener in the jacket pocket. The thief getting up and punch Conrad square in the nose “OUCH!” Conrad yelled and let go of him. Oh his knees Conrad watch as the thief run away, disappearing in the darkness while holding his nose. Conrad letting go of his nose, there was some blood flowing down his nose. He pulled out the other baby listener, turning it on to hear the thief's voice.

 

        “Hey you FUCK ASSES wait up!” the first thief yelled. “What took you so long you idiot?” a second voice said “The asshole punch me in the face and gut!” he said “Well that's what you get for staying behind when we got what we wanted” said a third voice. “Now come on or we'll not get back to the abandon warehouse in time.” she continue to say. “Abandon warehouse, well shit” Conrad said. Conrad's listener was beginning to lose them, him jumping up from his knees to his feet. Conrad started to fallow them, using the listener as a tracker. Conrad used the strength of the signals that was between the baby listener and monitor to lead him gathering bits of information through the white noise. After two and a half hours of tailing the thieves, losing the signal many times by walking in the wrong direction, picking up hints, that they pass through a street or alleyway, and barely avoided walking into them once. Conrad found their hideout.                

 

        The abandon warehouse was in the shape of a massive square, surrounded with a old chain fences and a old gate with a rusty lock. Watch and waited to see how they get pass the fence, the 4 thieves walked to the end of the building and stopping at a wooden box that was place on the other side of the fence. Two of them push the box from their side then grabbing the fence at the bottom they lifted it up so they can pass right under it and when they where done they just simply moved the box back in place. Wandering off into the actual warehouse without Conrad seeing how they got in, he crouch ran to the box, pushing it over and sliding under the fence opening he made. Now on the other side of it Conrad felt shock, thinking to himself that now he has gotten pass the fence, fallowed the thieves to the warehouse, and found them in the first place; what is he going to do now? When suddenly a idea came to him in the form light turning on in a room.    

 

        Conrad pressing his face to the glass he can finally but barely see someone, “Day walker” he mutter to himself as he notice the boy's red hair and pale skin. The boy was going through bags, a lot of them where in the room. Conrad though to himself, “How convenient, all the evidence I need is right there. Conrad step away from the glass and thought about his next move. He'll run to the window, jump through it with a mighty flying kick, spaciously breaking it with ease. Then getting glass all over him, screaming in pain from all the glass that is covering his face, scaring the shit out the boy as he watch this stranger to him bleed from glass. Conrad quickly snapping out of that through.  

 

        “Nope.” he quickly said to himself, dragging out the “n-o” letters while reaching for his cell phone in his pocket. Flipping it open and dialing 9-1-1. “This is 911, what is your emergency?” The lady said. “Yeah there is a old abandon warehouse on the corner of Albuquerque and 31th, there's a kid here in a room full of bags and purses. I think they all might have been stolen.”. “Alright, people have been calling in for their bags and purses that have been stolen. We'll someone out there to check it out. Now would you be so kind to tell me your name and how old are you.”, “My name is Conrad and I'm 16.” he said. “Thank you Conrad for reporting this in. It is very nice of you.” she said. Both of them hung up but right when Conrad hit the end button folding his phone away back in his pocket he heard a raspy voice calling out to him. “Hey fuckass, what'ca doin here?”. “Awww hell this is the part where-” Conrad was about to finish that line in his head when suddenly getting knock out by a plastic object hitting him at the back of his head.

 

        Conrad awoke a few minutes later by a slap to his face. He tried to talk and to say anything but he found that his mouth was duct tape shut. In fact his whole body was duct tape down to a chair; and it was quite badly done on top of that. If front of him Conrad could see four people standing under a light. The first he notice right away was the red hair, he was wearing a plain white t-shirt, green sweat shirt, and jeans. To the right of him was a short hair girl with thick square glasses, wearing a blue v-neck shirt short shorts and stockings. The the left of him was another boy, glasses with dark wavy hair, gray shirt, gray jeans. To the right of that boy was another girl. A bit chubby and compared to the rest she was wearing cat ears on her head, a brightly color shirt was wore over her jeans and a cat tail was moving around behind her. “He wasn't alone, great” Conrad thought to himself meanly.

 

        “Why do we have this guy duct tape to a chair” said the Girl with the glasses said. “Because he was spying on us.” said the red hair boy as sharply as he could. “So I hit him with THIS.” The boy pulled out a big pink dildo from his sweat shirt. Everyone looked at it with awe and fear in their eyes but not the last girl who was looking at it with hunger. “Where the hell did you get that thing?!” yell the other boy. “Oh I got it in this bag”, there is a “D” labeled on the front of it on it. “There's a lot of crazy stuff in that bag.” he said as he smile and wave the plastic thing around in the air, making everyone duck in fear of getting smack by it. “Enough of that, thank you very much.” and the girl with glasses slap him across the head and took it away and toss it to the other side of the room. Near some boxes that was laying on the floor, the whole room was filled with boxes that was labeled “HSG reserves”.  

 

        “Now that is done with, I do believe that we should focus our attention to this guy now.” She said pointing at Conrad. “First off, why is he seeing our face? Would one of you be so kind to cover it?”. “Oh-Kay” said the other girl with a cheer voice, skip towards Conrad while taking out a plastic bag with more tape on the opening of it. With dread in Conrad's eye he starts to move away from her as much as he can. When all of the sudden the other three starts yelling at her. “THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU DUMB SHIT?!” yelled the red head. “Do you want to kill him?!” Scream the girl. “We're in deep right now, we don't need to add murder to our shit list!” said the last boy as he grabs his face. “What-nyah?! You told me to cover his face!” she said with a defensive voice.  

 

        “Jebus Christ you're stupid” said the red head. By this time Conrad was able to fear sweat away a part of the sticky glue that was on the tape. “What the shit?!” he said to her, “Sorry, shes a good girl but kinda stupid” said the other girl. “I'm not stupid!” the cat ear girl said back while sticking her tongue at her. “Whatever just let me go!” Conrad said, thinking to himself gotta stall for time so the cops can get there or try and find a way out himself. “What? God no! We're going to tie cover your face with something that's not going to kill you, take all of our stuff, and leave. And if this guy says is true then we don't have much time before the cops get here.” said the boy with glasses. “Oh I didn't call the cops, why the hell would I do that?” Conrad tried to make his best poker face as he could, “I was calling my fatguy of a friend to get his truck and meet me here, we where going to rob you guys when you all leave.”.  

 

        “That's the biggest piece of horse shit I have seen all day. I know you've called the cops.” yelled the red head. A little light bulb went off in Conrad's head. “No I didn't call the cops” he said. “Yes you did!” the red head answered back. “No I didn't”, “Yes you did!”, “No I didn't”, “Yes you did!”, Conrad was able to waste a minute or two with this as the red head gets more and ferrous with Conrad. “Enough of this bullshit!” yelled the girl with glasses. “Can't you see that he is trying to rally you up and waste time?!”. “At first it was, now I was just having fun with him” Conrad said with a little smile half covered by the duct tape. “Well it's not going to work now! Because this idiot has us and more importantly me to stop his foolishness. Seeing how I am the smartness one here you will never fool me.” she said while the three others kids look at her with a raise eye brow and all of them are thinking the same thing “Bitch”. “Ok this girl is looking up on her high horse that she can't even see that it's dead” Conrad through to himself.  “That's all good for you but you still look like a tool who think she's better then everyone else. I wonder how you three put up with her shit?” Conrad said.

       

        Shockingly the girl with the cat ears who seem the most timid and kind throw the first punch and even more shockingly she hit the girl with the glasses first, Conrad was more then sure that the red head would make the first move. The cat girl punch glasses right in her cheek, yelling at her “You're such a stuck up bitch! How could anyone like you?!”. She grab her hair and was about hit her again when kick her in the gut and knocking the air out of her. “Because I'm not a loser idiot like you!” glasses said. Cat girl still holding onto her hair fell to the floor, dragging glasses down with her. After a few minutes of scratching, kicking, punching, and a few bits later the two boys finally jump in and got them to stop fighting to their displeasure.

 

        Two police officer walked in, “What IS going on here?”, one of the officers said. “Finally!” Conrad yelled. “Those kids are the guys who's been stealing all the bags and purses!” Conrad yelled as loud as he could with his mouth being half covered. “CHESSE IT” yelled the red head, making the three others to scatter. The Red head was about to get away by running pass Conrad when he started to yell. Using all of his might and the luck that no one check for cracks on the chair beforehand that he lifted him back side of the chair up and slammed it into the floor, breaking it. Freeing himself from the restricting movement of the chair but not the duct tape and the limb of the chair. Those where still swap tight around his arms, legs, and back. Flinging his arms out he was able to grab one of the red head's legs, tripping him to the ground. “I got this guy get the others!” Conrad said as the red head starts to push and rub the bottom of his shoe in the side of his face. “Alright kid.” and just like that the two cops where off chasing down the other three.  

 

        The rubbing of his shoe quickly turned into quick stomps as he tried to get Conrad off his other leg. “Damn you you piece of ghost loving horse shit get off me!” Getting tired of having the red head's shoe print on his face, Conrad lifted one of his arms to block the next stomp, and thinking how much is this going to hurt. Stopping it with the side of his forearm but felt little pain. The Red head was stomping the wood that was stuck to his arm and the duct tape was acting like a softener. This still got the Red Head free of Conrad's grip and he started to run again “Oh no you don't” Conrad said pushing himself up and grabbing about by the shoulders, forcing him to face Conrad.

 

        Conrad punch the red head across the face, dropping him to the floor. Both wore out and tired, more so for Conrad, getting hit from sex toys can take a lot out of you when you're not using it for sexual acts. And with that bag the red head was holding, every other hit Conrad took it came from another sex toy. Not really dodge the blows but blocking them with his protected arms and sometimes his face again.

 

        Conrad punching the kid in the gut and smashing the wood that was on his arm to the kid's face, finally dropping the kid. Forcing the kid's arms his own back he rip off some duct tape on his leg and tied him up the red head's arms up. At this point the kid just wouldn't stop calling Conrad whatever that was flowing through his head and right out of his mouth. “Alright, this seems like a good time at any to tell me what's going on here or you want me to guess it?” Conrad said to the kid as he stand over the kid with one of his foot on top of his back. “Suck my dick! You think you can just walk in here and take a shit on everyone and expect me to talk?!” the kid said with fire in his voice.

 

        “Cool, it's game time.” Conrad said shrinkingly. Pushing a little more presser down on his foot he began to slowly unravel the duct tape from his right arm. “Now where to begin?” Conrad place his index figure on his chin. “Oh I know, the part where you guys started to steal bags and purses to sell earn drug money.

 

        The two officers finally showed up, on of them was carrying the girl with glasses under her arm pit. The girl was screaming to be let go and shacking like a pissed off cat you're holding, the officer looked worn out. “I demand you to put me down, do you know who I? I want to see your badge number! No one treats me like this! I can do whatever I want! You're all under me!”. Conrad walk up to her rip left over duct tape off his leg and place it over her mouth. “Thanks kid” the female officer said “No problem, just glad to help.” The other officer had the last to kids but they where not fighting it. The officer just had his hand grabbing there collars, the girl with the cat gear was sobbing and the boy with glasses had a ashamed look on his face but was trying to hid it by looking down.

 

        “That kid really did a number on your face” The male officer said “We got ice packets in the cars” said the female office.

 

        “No really thanks again kid, we've been looking for theses little hooligans for weeks” the female officer said as she walks over to the red head and lift him to his feet. “Yeah we where thinking it was just one kid doing all the stealing” said the male officer. “That's what they wanted everyone to think” Conrad said. “They where playing the old switching game with everyone, as soon as you start chasing one and lose sight of the one the kid. Another would pop up dress just like the person you where chasing and lead you away from a hiding hole.”

 

        “Kid, you're going to get so much praise for this” The male officer said as they all walk out of the warehouse. The female officer putting the girl with glasses and the red head in the back of her car. The male officer put the boy with glasses and the cat girl in the back of his. He open the trunk of his car, then move through the police gear and supplies until he found the medical kit. Opening it up and take a ice packet out, snapping it and giving it to Conrad. Conrad placing the packet on his inflame face cheek. “Hand me some of those bandages” the female officer said and he did. She began to clean and cover a small cut that was on his forehead. “There you go” she said to Conrad, “now lets head back to the station. We're going have to fill out a long report for this.”. “What about the bags?” Conrad asked. “Don't worry about them, we have some other officers coming to pick them up” as the male officer said this two more police cars pulled up. “Well speak of the devil.” he added. “Cool but I need to look through those bags later, two of them belongs to two of my friends.”

 

        After shooting the crap with the officers at the station and talking about some local reporters about his journey through all this and a lot of paper work. Another officer told him that his parents called in wondering and worry sick about their kid. The officer told them not to worry, he is with them and not in trouble but as a hero. Late at night they all said there goodbyes and Conrad was taken home with two bags. Him and the female officer laugh and talk about interesting things that happen in their lives. They talk about how they like to help people, and where they like to go with it. When she finally pulled up to his drive way they said one last goodbye and went their own ways. Conrad was about to open the front down of his home when it open itself. His dad has open the door for him with his mother standing right behind while hold his baby sister in her arms. Without even waiting a second  they all embrace him in their arms. Hugging him with the warmest of hugs.Looking up to them with his beat up face he tought it would be a good idea to tell them right there and then thet he wants to be a cop, in which he did, in which case they repsoned like any parent worry about their kid safety by telling him hell no. But they know that wouldn't stop him. He had that look in his eye, the look of determination shinning in his eyes, he would become a cop, he would become a hero.

 

         The day after Conrad brought the librarian her bags and she was very happy to see that he could do it. She thank him with a hug, a quick one then just as quick as the hug she push him away to give him the library’s comic collection. “It isn't much but it is better then nothing.” she said.  

 

        “Damn man that is awesome and all I totally understand why you want to do this kind of thing but wait, you're still going to call yourself Conrad?” Fatguy looked at his best friend with some doubt, Conrad looking at a reflection of himself in a mirror. He is wearing a thin blue mask, blue tench coat,

and blue fedora hat. “Dude do I look great or do I look great?” Conrad turn to face his friend

 

 

 

 

        You come back to the library like you where ask too to find the librarian sitting behind her desk trawling some of her hair around while reading a book, the Book had a plain red cover on it with sticky note paper marking different points in the book where she has read. She was reading different sections of the book as she waited for you. “Oh hey there” she said in a cheery voice “I found your book. I had to do a lot but I finally found it.” she said closing the book to show a blue hat on detective hat on the cover. She begins to check out the book for your use. “Would you be so kind to not remove those markers? I want to read the rest of it when you return it.” she said as she handed over to you.

 

        As you walk to the door with the book in hand you turn to see her wave to you goodby. You see all kinds of different books standing up right in the shelves behind her. Their spines not giving a name but different color outlines on the spines. You see a book white with green robotic arms book, a red book with black spots and a small bug on top, a book with a harpoon pricing a man to a wall, a gray book with a white outline of a dinosaur with a top hat. Oh with a viking with a smoke trail behind it, a book with a ghost chasing several heavily armed soldiers. and many more of all shapes, colors, and sizes. You wave to her back before leaving.