Detective Hank Adventures: The Leberwurst Sandwich

Part 1: Trouble finds trouble

Thunder roared and rampaged out the window, but I couldn't fully turn from the situation inside the room to check on the amazing display of fireworks outside. The lightning all it was for me was a second of peace to look at the pieces of this puzzle and think what was going to be my next move. The kid had a gun pointing at me, the dame had a gun pointed at the kid, and the old man had a shotgun pointed at them both, and behind them all, at the deadly end of all those weapons I was standing, no gun in my hand. I guess you could just call that my luck.

Part 2: Nothing lasts forever

How did a friendly game of League of Legends get me here? In order to explain I have to go back to the beginning, even if it pains me. It all started 30 minutes ago, I was playing with Alistar the Minotaur and I was supposed to cover mid. We were winning I remember, my clan called "_XxX_aw3s0m3_XxX_" always won when against low level Russians when we got paired like that. I got confident, too confident, so I stood up and went to make myself a Leberwurst, blue cheese and white bread sandwitch. You know, the usual for gaming. I reached the kitchen and there they were already in a horrible standoff: A kid of around 18, lean, short, dressed with all addiddas clothings, I did not recognize him. Then the dame, she is my neighbor but I never say hi so I have no idea what her name is. Finally the old man, he is a crazy dude living next door, all I know is he has lots of dogs and a grumpy attitude considering how many times kids lost balls to his backyard.

Part 3: The Maltese Falcon

I realized then two things. One is that my clan was going to lose the LOL match if I didn't return, impairing our perfect score for the last two days. The second was that there was no thunder storm outside, but quite simply the garbage truck was making a hell of a display and clutter to pick up the trash container and I misjudged the situation. My feet were made of cement.

- Old man: "It is your fault we are in this situation, you are violating my kindness" (said pointing at the lady)

- Dame: "It's not me, you know I always play fair Charly, it's the kid, he owns the Maltese Falcon, and he won't give in!" (pointing at the Kid)

- Kid: "I can't, there's a lot at stake here, you know how hard it was to get it there?" (pointing at me, for some reason)

- Me: "Emm... why are you all in my kitchen? And could you pass me the Leberwurst Old man?"

- Old man: "Who you calling old man kid? You ain't so young either! And we needed a place to discuss our dilemma"
- Me: "What dilemma?"

- Dame: "The one with the Maltese Falcon..." (Thunder roared when she said these, or maybe the garbage truck had just put down the container)

Final Part: Fortune favors the bold

- Kid: "I just needed to park my car for the night, I'm visiting my girlfriend across the street and I saw this perfect parking spot at your door."

- Dame: "MY parking spot."

- Old man: "At MY door, which I only let her use because she drives a small Ford Ka, not the monstrosity you drive"

- Kid: "It's a Ford Falcon, the Maltese colored one, I know it is slightly bigger than normal, but I was just able to park it, Look!"
- Old man: "AS IF! You took a bite of my truck in front of it, do you think I'm blind?"
- Dame: "Where am I supposed to park for the night? Your horrible monstrous Falcon takes so much of the parking area!"

- Me: "Okay, let's all take a chill pill and solve this like gentlemen..." (The Dame grunted at me) "...HUMANS! Respectable humans. Let's do the civilized thing... and all gang up against the Kid!"

I found a jar of Dulce De Leche by my hand, grabbed it and did what I thought was the beginning of a "bar-style" fight: I threw it at the Kid's face. He fired. I hit the ground. Everything went dark. "_XxX_aw3s0m3_XxX_" lost the match. The Maltese Falcon remained put.