Briggham's Penthouse

What a night. I woke up a complete mess. If not for the balcony, which I found myself lying on, I would have surely plummeted to my death. I figure I've been unconscious for about three hours as it's almost dawn. The Briggham place was a setup from the beginning, I Should have known that it was too easy, the moment I walked in the place erupted in a firefight. I'm not one to use guns, however the safest and most effective way to incapacitate a gunman in my opinion is a gun of your own, unfortunately for me I found myself without a gun at this moment. I threw out one of my custom made pepper bombs, a personal favorite of mine, into the midst of the gunmen. This had the effect of making the men firing there weapons angrier and also blind. Not the best of combination. After a minute or so of blind shooting on there parts two of there men lay down while several of the remaining were wiping tears from their eyes. I wasn't really worried, guns can be dangerous, but training and preparedness along with the armor i wear under my costume usually allow for me to beat the gunmen. The ONE thing is DIDN'T expect was to be charged and clawed by what seemed to be a seven foot crocodile wearing a black leisure suit with matching fedora, shouting I'm King CROCK! This really did catch me by surprise. What started with a bit of good detective work in solving a case of government sponsored terrorism has quickly unraveled into a comic book mess. So now I'm bleeding and stunned and have to fend off a giant intelligent crocodile along with the two remaining henchmen. A quick roundhouse kick along connects with both of their faces quickly making it a two person fight. I didn't know how to fight a crocodile; so i tried to see how tough he was, i fire my grappling hook into his chest attempting to stun him. Not only does this seem to not hurt him it rather seems to incense him onwards, with a bellow that no human could make he grabbed my grappling gun and crushes it between his hand as if it were a piece of paper he was crumpling up. With that I felt the claws of his massive hands dig into me as he picked me up and threw me through a window, not cleanly of course but so my body managed to take out good sized chuncks out of the masonry on either side as i went. I lost consciousness around then and remember little more. It seems now in addition to a Mad Bomber, A high ranking officer in the US army, I now have to add a gigantic crocodile who goes by the name of King Crock. This just keeps getting better and better. Time to rest and lick my wounds. More on the situation when I find something about this crocodile or the whereabouts of Mr. Briggham.

Evidence!

I found chemical residue's at the ruins of the library. I managed to perform a series of tests before the local law enforcement showed up to ruin the crime scene. I discovered that the bomb was definitely homemade in nature although the explosive used left a signature trace chemical that just happens to be used in all explosives used by the US Military. It is handy that i happen to be a self taught chemical expert as well as a crime fighter. After cross checking all the shipment records or packages going in and out at the local base i determined a discrepancy. A case seemed to disappear when going through a certain Colonel's personal inspection like clockwork every third Friday. It seems kind of far fetched that this terrorist bomber could have connections to as well as assistance from the US military; more likely he is just a corrupt officer. Even so this is still worth my time. I plan to interview this Colonel Briggham much more personally and intimately later on tonight, I'll let you know what I find out. If he is hiding anything about the terrorist he won't keep it hidden for long.

The Mad Bomber...Strikes Again?

A local library exploded into flames late last night sending not only the shreds of many books into the air but also demolishing the hopes of a librarian who dreamed of a literate community; living and learning together. While this may or may not be the work of the terrorist known as The Mad Bomber has yet to be revealed. This could just be an innocent accident, however; The Nighthawk believes differently.

The present left on my door confirmed my worst fears. My secret identity has become known by The Mad Bomber and him wanting me to know this let's me into the true cunning and danger that resides in this terrorist. He seems smarter than the average bomber, in my experience with them, bombers that is. I will post a full transcript of the video file and all its demands when it's done decoding for my readers. A madman knowing my only secret holding the city at his mercy. What a crisis for The Nighthawk!

A Little Off Topic...

Several of you showed interest in knowing more about how I came to be the nightwatchman of New York City known as The Nighthawk, Just wondering how much interest there was in that particular part of my origin story? It's crazy stuff people...

The Present is a Video File!

After many tests I determined the box to be nothing more than what it seemed; a box. Upon opening it I found on burned CD and a little firework, the CD is encrypted and I am currently in the process of decoding it and will have more information on it in the near future. One thing that worries me was the firework seemed to be custom made. While professional in it's appearance after research I have found that there is no Mad Bomber fireworks brand in the world. I'm worried that the bombing at the apartment building downtown was not the last incident. I think him or her is a professional and very intent on wreaking havoc on this city. I'll let you know what's on the video file when it decodes. Godspeed readers.

Fire Hoax

There was no fire! It was a trap set for me and I almost walked right into it. The building was rigged to blow. I was only there a few moments before BLAM and the walls started coming down around me. Luckily I managed to jump through a third story window and get out of the building before it came down on me. The fire, the police calls, the water main rumor, it was all false. Who would do such a thing? Police haven't been able to sort out how many people were in the building. I'm involved in the search for the madman responsible for the destruction. I'm going to have to find out what exactly is going on. I found a mysterious gift wrapped present on my stoop upon returning home. I am currently running tests on it before actually opening it. I am beginning to worry that all of this is connected, but who could know by secret Identity? I haven't used my family name in twenty years and have the best identity money can buy. More on this next week.

Text Update: Priority 911

Headed downtown; big fire and they just happen to be repairing the water mains. Perfect. More on this later.