"So, what do you want to do?" Cal asked, as Stevie finished his last homework assignment of the year.

"I dunno.. Summer's kinda started, so I guess we can look at colleges," Stevie mumbled

"Dude, what are you talking about?! We're just about done with school, and the next thing you want to do is think about more        school?!"

"I guess you're right. So, what did you have in mind?"

"We need... adventure! We need... excitement!! We NEED...."

"-Video games until dawn, followed by sleeping in until lunchtime, and repeating indefinitely until school starts again?"

"N-.. Yeah, I guess so." Cal got up, and went downstairs to make a sandwich. Thinking of lunch must've gotten to him.
   
"Hey, Cal?" Stevie asked as he followed Cal down his stairs, from his bedroom.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I'll ever actually get a girlfriend? Y'know, like one that won't try to murder everyone?"

"Yeah, definitely, man. Isn't that Suzie chick all over you, these days?" Cal said, as he fished bread out of a drawer covered by a metal slide-door.

"Nope.. I asked her out a few weeks ago, but she got angry and said I was rude to think that she was 'easy'. I just wanted to walk at the park."

Cal walked over to the fridge, and rummaged through it.

"Where do you keep the lunch meat in this thing?"

"Second drawer from the left, on the bottom. Don't you think she was a bit harsh?"

"Definitely, she didn't even give you a chance. Do you guys still buy mustard? I remember how your mom got upset after Frankie squirted a whole bottle on the carpet the other day, but he's just a kid." Cal asked, spreading mayonnaise.

"Yeah, we just haven't gotten around to it, yet. But, she sure was upset at Frankie. She took away his train set, and now he just mopes and sleeps in his room. Those things are his life, or something," Stevie chuckled, and brought a jug of iced tea from the fridge.

"Thanks. Grab me a glass, too."

"Grab me a glass....?"

"..Too. Didn't you hear me?"

Stevie rolled his eyes jokingly, and reached up to get two glasses.

They finished fixing their lunches and proceeded into the living room to watch their favorite kind of television: Recorded Televison. After selecting the latest episode of "ParaNatural", Stevie sighed with content and sipped his iced tea.

A few hours go by, and Cal is all but pouncing at the remote, as Stevie allows him to change the show by passing it to him. They then watch "FailMontage" for a few more hours. In the middle of a home video depicting two skateboarders colliding while attempting to perform an aerial trick on a half-pipe, Cal's cell phone starts to ring.

"Hello?" Cal said, noticing that the calling number read: "blocked".

"Is this Gregory?" said a strange, muffled voice that appeared to be pitch-changed to sound an octave lower.

"Who is this?" Cal expected some sort of joke, so when Stevie looked at him to see what was up, Cal waved him off, implying it was nothing.

"None of your concern. Are you Gregory Turner, who lives on 287 Teak Avenue Bauerville, MI 48164?"

Cal got a bit nervous, but still felt like he knew a few guys who'd pull this kind of prank.

"What do you want, Jake? Or is this Anthony? Aww, yeah! I bet it's Anthony! You never did forgive me for forgetting your notebook before our Algebra final!"
   
The voice's tone raised in impatience.

"Whoever Anthony is, this is not him. Do understand that if you do not come clean as to who you are, we will be forced to find you, and identify you. Now, are you, or are you not, Gregory Calvin Turner?"

Mistaken, Cal's nervousness rose at the thought that this whole situation could be possible. Who were these people? What did they want with him?

Thinking that Cal had unveiled the mystery of the caller, Stevie wandered out into the kitchen to put his, and Cal's, dishes away. He spent a moment, peering out at his backyard through the window of his sink and, catching the front view of Cal's house, noticed an odd black van parked on the side of the road closest to him.

"Uh... I don't know what you want with me, but my name is Gregory, so what's going on?"

"Hey, Cal, there's two guys walking towards your house. They just came out of a van, do you know them?" Stevie asked, casually walking into the living room.

"WHAT!!" Cal's voice boomed, as he sprung from the couch, into a sprint leading him into the kitchen counter. His phone laid on the floor with a dial tone droning, causing Stevie to realize something wasn't right. Hands cupped around his eyes, he looked out to see a man dressed in all black, with a knit ski mask, kick his door in. Stevie soon followed, doing as Cal had done to see what else had gone on.

"Was that a GUN on his waist?!!" Cal exclaimed, turning to Stevie for confirmation.

"I think so! What do we do, Cal?!"

"We gotta call 911, before something bad happens! Quick, grab me my phone!"

"Why can't you get it?"

"Wha- are you really going to do this, now?!"

"Ugh.. Fine..!" Stevie rushed into the living room, and retrieved the phone. Cal, taking the phone and dialing, looked up to continue watching his house, in case of any more action.

"911 Emergency?"

"Y- yeah, um.. This is Gregory Turner, and I'm calling because there's these two guys breaking into my house, and I don't know what's going on. I live at 287 Teak Avenue, uh.. my parents aren't home, and I'm at a friend's house across the street. We just saw them kick in the door, a- and we think they have guns."

"Could you describe the two men for me, please?"

"Yeah, sure... uh, they've got like, all-black clothing, ski masks, and were just tall enough to fit into the doorway."

"Okay, Gregory, we'll send some officers down. Please stay inside, and if necessary, call back with anything else."

"We will, thank you!" Cal hung up, and took a big breath. Stevie was practically shaking. They didn't see much, but then reality hit Cal    as he turned to Stevie: "Dude! They're in there, looking for ME!"

"How do you know?" Stevie said, condescendingly.

"That guy on the phone knew my address exactly, and kept asking if I was 'Gregory'. He even had the whole 'voice changer' thing when he was talking to me!"

"Whoa..  But, why wouldn't they just come in, anyway?"
   
"That's why I think they wanted me, specifically. If it was someone else's house, they wouldn't have gone in."

"That makes sense.. But why the guns? You're not like, the president's daughter or anything..."

"I know, and that's why I'm freakin' out! What did I do?!" Cal said, as he turned back to the window. "Hey, the cops!"

The cops pulled in, without sirens or lights. A patrol car parked in front and back of the house, and two officers came out of each car, guns ready. They briefly sounded the short siren, before a cop pulled out a bullhorn.

"Come out, and drop your weapons! We have the building surrounded!"

It seemed like forever before the caught thugs appeared at the front door. With guns pointed at them, the two TIB (Thugs-In-Black)
slowly brought their pistols to the ground, and as instructed, walked towards the officers to be handcuffed.
   
"They must've cleaned up their mess inside before getting picked up," Cal joked, as the two laughed at the thought of the TIB wearing aprons while sweeping Cal's floor.

After the TIB were seated in a squad car, Cal and Stevie went outside to talk to the officers about what happened. Unfortunately, Stevie's backyard was just long enough for them to arrive at the back gate to see the two cars pull off.

"Dang! We missed our chance to ask them who they were!" Cal said, disappointed in his lack of detective work.

"Whatever it is, we gotta let your parents know that somebody knows where you live, and they're not bringing presents."