A Day of a Bomber

By Darko

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Ever since our member Link stopped the moon from destroying everything, being a Bomber is more popular than ever. Hi, I'm Jim, the leader. In addition to the original 6, we have satellite members of Zora children at the Great Bay, a Goron kid at Snowhead, a girl at Ikana Canyon, a Deku Princess at Woodfall, and a girl at Romani Ranch. The members of the committee, the original 6 and I, decided that non-humans could join, seeing how that Skull Kid was controlled by powers of evil. Headquarters are stationed at the observatory, like it always has been, and we are still a "secret society". That is, people know we exist, but the do not know where our members report to.

"Hey Jim," #5 said as I walked into HQ, "We got another logbook filled out by Romani, seems like she gets lots of action out there, due to the Gorman Brothers' constant attempts at stealing."

I looked over the logbook. There were mostly tourists that were close to being suckered into buying the watered-down milk that they were trying to pass off as better than Chateu Romani.

"Send her a new logbook and a lapel pin." I told #4, the outgoing mail secretary. We send out bomb shaped lapel pins that are to be worn on the collar of your shirt or on a scarf, so that other people are aware that you can be trusted. We get funds for this stuff from money that is given to Bombers in return for their good deeds.

I looked at the clock. It was 5:45 A.M. 15 minutes until we all go out on our beats. I had North Clock Town, #3 had South, #1 and #2 had West, and #4 and #5 had East. I went up to see the Professor and asked him how things were going.

"Fine, fine," he said. "Jupiter's going to be it's highest for the whole year tonight. Perhaps you'll come and see it. It shall be most enthralling, I promise."

"I'll come around 8," I said. "After I get some paperwork done for the Bombers."

"That will be fine," he said as he became engrossed in something in the telescope. I snuck away to the main room of the Hideout.

"Ok!" I shouted. "It's time for us to go on our beats. You all know your positions and 'The Bombers Secret Society of Justice Forever!'"

"The Bombers Secret Society of Justice Forever!" everyone replied, and we all filed out into the morning.

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It was about half past three when I smelt smoke and heard the Bomber's emergency whistle. I looked up and saw it was coming from the east, a big black column of smoke. I rushed east, blowing my whistle as well. It came from the Stock Pot Inn, the first floor all ablaze. There was a bucket brigade of townspeople and Bombers, going from the Laundry Well to the inn. I found Anju and Kafei outside of the inn consoling each other. I saw the innkeeper, and all the guests that were in at the time of the blaze (we Bombers keep close tabs on who's coming and going). Yet there was someone missing. It took me about a minute to figure out who it was. It was Anju's Grandma! I rushed past all those who were attempting to put out the blaze and into the inn.

Inside, the front counter was on fire, and the kitchen had appeared to be totally gutted out by fire. I put my hat over my mouth and went as quickly as I could to the library. I pulled open the door and found Grandma lying in her wheelchair unconscious. I tried to pull her out with the wheelchair, but the debris on the floor made it impossible. I unbuckled her and tried to drag her out, but she was too heavy. All of a sudden, I felt something bump my back. It was my younger brother Tim, the doorkeeper to the Hideout.

"What are you doing here?" I shouted.

"Helping you!" he replied.

Tim was only part of the Bombers because he pestered Mom to be one. She told me he had to play too, or I couldn't. I gave him a notebook and posted him at the door. Seeing how he has to stay in his position, he only has one row filled out, the one with the pass number. Seeing how he hadn't filled a notebook out yet, he hasn't passed the initiation of becoming a "true" Bomber.

With his help, I was able to drag Grandma out, just as the ceiling collapsed. When I was outside, Anju and Kafei rushed over and took her out of our arms. I took down every name of each villager there in a spare notebook I keep, and in mine. Exhausted, I went back to the hideout and changed into some spare clothes that I keep there so Mom doesn't freak out if I come home filthy. I sat down and fell asleep.

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Around five I woke up. I saw that everyone, minus Tim, was helping out with an influx of mail we just received concerning the fire from our out of town members.

"Put that mail down, and line up in the honor position," I told them. They lined up in this formation:

#1 #2

#3 #4

#5 #6

Me

"Go and fetch Tim," I told #1.

He ran and got him, running back, so he could be in formation.

Tim walked in apprehensively, and slowly walked down the center of the formation.

"Tim, do you know why you are here?" I asked.

"Yes, you are going to discharge me for leaving my post," he said, choking back tears.

"I could," I said, "if it were not for the extreme circumstances that you left your post."

"What?" he asked, amazed.

"I have decided to give you the Gilded Bomb for Extreme Bravery in Times of Peril. Come closer," I said, in my most firm voice.

He came closer, and I unpinned my golden Bomb pin I was awarded for saving the Bomb Shop's owner's mother. I took it and pinned it on his collar.

"Congratulations," I said.

"Thank you," he said, "I'll return to my post now."

"I am not done yet."

He looked up at me in total bewilderment.

"You shall also recieve a normal bomb for filling out your notebook," I said.

"But I didn't fill it out."

"Perhaps you didn't, but I did it for you," I stated, holding up the spare notebook I had filled out.

"Whom did I help that filled out that entire notebook?" he inquired.

"Everyone in town that was fighting the fire. You saved someone that they all knew life," I said, smiling, "Come forward."

He came forward and I pinned a regular pin on him.

"Now as a full fledged Bomber, you need a beat. Tomorrow, you will have North Clock Town with me," I told him.

"But what about the entrance?" he asked.

"Don't worry about the entrance. I'll figure out a way to protect it."

"Thank you Jim," he said, almost in tears.

"No problem," I said, "One more thing."

"What?"

"The Bomber's Secret Society of Justice Forever!" I stated.

"The Bomber's Secret Society of Justice Forever!" Tim repeated.

*"THE BOMBER'S SECRET SOCIETY OF JUSTICE FOREVER!"* Everyone cheered.

That was my day.

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